The unspeakable has happened, and now the unquestionable is imagined.
The great tree of Africa has fallen, and the birds left to wander in the thick forest of Africa.
The mother of Africa is gone with her beauty leaving her child to cry alone.
Another day has gone by still hoping you would come home and kiss the lips that longs for you.
Another day has gone by still praying you would come home to be with the daughter that misses you a lot.
Another day has gone by still thinking when you would come back to hug the one that loves you.
Another day has gone by still believing you would come back to meet the heart that beats for you.
Another day has gone-by still trusting that you would walk in to hold the hands that need you.
Another day has gone-by still wandering in the shadow of doubt, fear and pain.
Another day is gone and I’m still counting.
If this is a dream, please let somebody wake me up, it is tormenting me.
Could someone tell me that all these are just a dream and I would soon wake-up?
If it is a film show, please could someone pause or change it?
If this is a drama, let the act end and scene stop.
If it is music, let the drum stop, the melody cease and the dance stop.
Extracted from TEARS OF A WOMAN
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