Moses Ocharo Biography

Where art thou fair-child of my yester years?
Do rush forth and this mine sorrows depart
To eclipse my hurts and lick up my fears
To warm this my numb and frostbeaten heart
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Many ups and downs have watch'd our eyes my love
Our hearts have felt the heats of all desire
And hurts too seen unjustly so cool our fires
To deepest gorges from the stars above.
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She came to my bed last night;
so gracefully, with halos bright.
I saw an aura of loneliness about her
for the sky was dull, not even a single star
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When you're down and feel like giving up;
when you're tempest-tost in the seas of misfortune,
when it seems that the world's on top of you,
and all your days have turned to night;
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Trapped in idiological abysms
Flooded by metaphors and synonyms
Literally speaking you've sinked
But you know, you blood's inked.
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