Honey
18th June, 2015
The beautiful flowers.

I walk
In the garden
Of my heart
Suddenly I see a hut
Surrounded by flowers
I stretch my hand
To open the door
And unveil everything
But before I touch 
The door to open
The hut fades away
And a beautiful angel
Kisses me by my cheeks
And then a voice I hear
`wake up honey
You'll be late for the job.

        (Poems by Brian mulei)
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Nairobi, Kenya
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