The Bush knows more,
It's all over idiotic creature.
Elevate the dream of us,
On the path of the Bush
Souls find abode and liberty,
In the lonely bush.
The delicate part now strong.
Voices now voiceless.
Befriending the Bush,
Ushered a smile to the emptines.
Sources of life growing.
Tears drying up.
By
Wamalwa Emmanuel
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PoetryPoem one: THE EMPTY SOUL: A wounded lover finds healing in the bush, which is a soft and silent place to the heart, after the intimacy comes to halt. The lover visits the Bush more often whenever a remembrance of the past triggers through the vei...
