They don’t knock at my door anymore,
or maybe, I have forgotten how to listen.
My once frequent guests, no longer visit.
I feel empty,
Lonely.
But I still want to write the stories.
Where are the stories?
- Nawekulo Wanjugu
They don’t knock at my door anymore,
or maybe, I have forgotten how to listen.
My once frequent guests, no longer visit.
I feel empty,
Lonely.
But I still want to write the stories.
Where are the stories?
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