Due Today

Winds of time watching over me
Passing by with a single breeze
Evening falls upon my eyes
Starring on as time pass by
Stolen kisses still linger here
Upon my lips and falling tears
Stolen moments in the nights
Passing pictures in my mind
Memories fading, slowly, going quickly every day
Time is passing by so fast
I haven’t a moment to lose on the past
Every day is precious to me, for time won’t stop
Not now, nor ever will for you and me
But still the winds keep blowing by
And time lost patience on me
©Mwangi Njoroge

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