Where my silence sings

 ‎"Where My Silence Sings"

‎By Emmanuel Rwotngeyo Abwola

‎_Uganda

‎Theme: A Place I call Home

‎There is a place where dawn does not arrive,

‎It awakens like a breath remembered,

‎where roosters do not crow, they recite 

‎ancestral verses over mist-stained soil.

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‎A place where wind walks barefoot,

‎threading lullabies through mango groves,

‎and time forgets its ticking tongue

‎to listen to the language of trees.

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‎Here, the sky folds itself into a basin,

‎blue as the memory of rain on tin roofs,

‎and clouds, like gossiping aunties,

‎gather at dusk with stories still wet in their mouths.

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‎Children chase echoes more than they chase each other,

‎and laughter is currency spent freely,

‎under clay-brushed houses, half asleep in the sun,

‎with doorways that creak like aging violins.

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‎This is no paradise 

‎The ground cracks in hunger sometimes,

‎the moon forgets her curfew,

‎and grief comes dres

sed as dust, uninvited.

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