Aseso Omollo Biography

Poetry, I do hate-

Mushy it is,
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Yellow streaks from the Orient,

Towards...the blue
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Images of you, cascading across my face-

as tear drops of passion
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‘Twas 1730 hours,

I, tired and weary-
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Ink – black sky speckled with watching lights,

Twinkling in harmony as,
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