Take in little sips
My waterfall
My aching brown lips
Gently call

Did softly my love
Water your flower?
Then a Little is enough
… A gentle shower

So, now, slow it down
Time stands still
And the heights we crown
Will be gentler still

Come, cup your Hands –
The night rain
Fills and understands
Our gentlest pain

And when I flow away
Say to our offsprings
In your wild blood play
Love’s gentle wings.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

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