That night When the moon shone at our existance The breeze exaulted us And the strangeness in us was obscure Than night When the frogs croak was like a melody The owl's hoot was like a serenade The fireflies ignited passion Seemingly uneven but not pararell That night When i gazed at your eyes And saw a replica of us When our common touch felt like Our first So majical we lost ourselves That night When every moment Was like dè jávu and we liked it When we sat silently But talked loudly in love A perfect interlude with imperfect lovers... That fateful night.....

A simple Kenyan girl