I MISS THE LETTER WRITING DATES!-By Lydia Ireri

The dates were full of life
When we met our loved ones
In the valley side, mountains, by the riverside
Most beautifully sitting under a coconut tree in the middle of the night.

I remember watching every move made by every star
Vividly I can still see
The domestics
Pleading with hedges
For freedom
And enjoy the night jumping like a cow on heat
I remember listening to every move made waters
Quite flow of waters down the streams
The wind running past our ears
Whispering love peace and unity
Oh
The meaningful dates
That went down the drains

Our hands would lock in warmth
Our breath would keep other's warm
Till the crack of dawn
When birds would conclude the dates with melodies

Where are letter writing days?
Since whatssup has killed our warmth
Where are the letter writing days?
When dates where not blind