by Leonard Masauli
(Malawi, Central Africa)
The Silent Voice from top most Mountains
That descends like thunder
Down the steep hills and valleys
Spreading through the green waters
Resembling the natural mighty creation
That God commanded from the Genesis
Watching the sun rise from the East
Marking the beginning of Man’s assignments
All alone in the wide world
That proved incomplete before dawn
Forcing the Creator to come up with another from Man's left rib
To mark the first joy in the Man’s world
Today the left rib creation has proven to be
the most precious gold that ever existed in Man’s world
With insurmountable smiles each day
That Prolong the love on her face
Making Man to die a thousand times
With only the resurrection by kisses
From the left rib creation
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