Hands that wipe tear balls from my eyes, creep.
People for keeps, always picking up at the end of every beep
Tiny orbs of light forming Jacko lanterns in my Milky way
Flowery and ornamental arrays, wish the gloom skies away.
Butterflies are forever good hearts just as diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Abundant love in their eyes takes me hours to comprehend.
Dear best friend on bended knees, I write epistles in form of prayers
Fairest of them all; I pray.
Beware of all the unfriendly glares around you
I pray the Lord lines your walls with blessings for the world to share.
Good friends are gifts- heavenly souvenirs delivered by Jesus’s logistics
It’s neither rocket science nor physics that their aura is near ballistic.
Their hearts are rare gold; love in unexplainable language defying barriers of linguistic
A dynamite sitting atop gunpowder explodes to reveal a sparkle of fireworks;
Handworks not of man but of the Creator.
I believe Angels and Saints walk on earth in womanly forms,
Breaking glass ceilings, not conforming to the norms.
O Patron saint of youth, the waters of your purity run deep in Maria Goretti
Grant to others pure hearts; beauty beyond what mere mortal eyes can see.
Good friends are treasures, blessings without measures;
Pressed down, better together and marching forward forever.
Read – Bro-mance – A Poem by Okiror D Dependra, Uganda
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