She Has Wandered
The time is gone
Though i can't stop crying
Since that time when I saw her going
To the streets in town
She wandered far apart
The journey long, she walked her ways
I couldn't see her warm smile
That well moulded face
The real picture of beauty
The dancing baby posture
Though slim like a frame
Deep my heart, I kept it a treasure
Francis Omariba
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