Love Poem: The Broken Twig
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Written by: David Waweru

The Broken Twig

Why this day you break
The only productive twig 
The giver of life to many 
A shelter to the birds 
Of different kinds and color 
Not even a tear you wipe 
Your eyes dry like charcoal 
In love you were with it 
All gone never to be 
Not even a seed you protected 
To continue the twig life 
Why think its cursed? 
Yet the best it produces 
Even in dry or wet seasons 
The twig will grow stronger 
In another world. 
A new person will till 
Till fully grown to produce