Like the laughter of a mountain stream,
Like the wind’s songs through fair evergreens,
Like the ocean’s caress,
Wonderfully serene….
So, my love, is your voice to me.
Whether found in banter’s, levity or
Lost in passion’s deepest growls,
It embraces and carries my senses in tow,
( Willing captive, aye, I be)..
to places where love in friendship grow.
In the molten embraces of passions free,
The years deliver as well as receive,
Tears and laughter from our Soul’s core drawn.
But there is no dread, of sunset
on a heart’s true dawn.
For Warmth and light are both arms of a friendship true,
That continues to hold past terrestrial seasons
And at the last triumphs against
This world’s silencing adieu.
So let us share your voice
and let it join in the song meeting you has birthed
in friendship’s bosom.
knowing that on this fertile soil
have been sown a symphony of sonnets,
that will yet yield a joyous harvest of tender loves.
Salu’ to you, my precious friend
Hurul-ayni,
Mrembo,

























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