Every evening, these days

Every evening, these days;
Stars kneel to kiss my face goodnight:
’tis your voice in them that on stays.
When the flowers sweeten the air,
In their beautiful perfume lies the elegant flair,
of damsel so fair.

Day after day every evening;
under the great sky in silence,
sprouts my deathly solitude;
and when thoughts of you flood my courtyard,
I lie awake missing my fortunate days of yore.

Days leisurely spent meant so much then
with every promise sounding nothing but truth-
But now those times are no more,
and the night’s shade is upon my little world:
where can I find such priceless moments again;
Every evening, these days.

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About Mangeni W.Obwoya

Mang’eni Wycliffe Obwoya is a freelance writer, poet and Author of short stories. He was born on the 16th of January ’91 on the shores of Lake Victoria in the South-Eastern part of Uganda (currently Namaingo District) His poems have found a place in several international anthologies and journals like The Significant Anthology, Cupid: An Anthology on love, The umbilical cord : An anthology on Parents ... Obwoya, is currently working on a his poetry collection 'The songs of a swain', and a memoir 'The interesting narratives of a village boy'and many other online publications. He is concurrently working on his collection of poems The songs of a Swain and a memoir The interesting narratives of a Village boy, At the bale fire (A collection Samias and Bagwe folklore). He prefers writing in his mother tongue (Lusamia-Lugwe) reasoning that ‘He has neither seen a cow bleat nor heard goats mooing’ He is a graduate of Busoga University with a bachelor’s degree in Business management with a bias in Marketing When he’s not making people fall in love with his writings, he is most likely busy massaging his computer, coding and developing web sites for his ever growing clientele.

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