Two Over A Dozen

Two over a dozen-

Those digits that make a fortnight-in that second month,

But today, the sky was grey-

Mirror reflection of the discordant heart-

The angry gale hitting against the pane of my window-

As I looked thro’ the hazy mist- deep in thought

Red everywhere, love petals; in bouquets,

Which I cannot smell- not today

Sweet product of cocoa melts on the sensuous tongue,

Which I cannot taste- not today

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poem by Aseso Omollo
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