Exonerate him.

Metaphorical vibe of profound reverence,

Clothed the atmosphere.

.

She remained cuddled in succinct,

and engulfing cold of Nairobi.

.

Oh! Poor princess,

.

How I wish she knew?

He’s standing right here by the balcony, 

Composing this poem of matrimony.

.

How I wish she knew?

He’s also wrapped in this terse

Of low temperature.

.

His guns trained to Kayole, 

with his love goggles on,

Just to draw his inspiration. 

He’s doomed.

He’s doomed. 

And she’s the only one to exonerate him,

from this limited affection,

_Of cold.
(c) 2017
All Rights Reserved. 
Swahiba

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