The miss and kiss of time with the alley and away of the weekend. The door that lean and leaner the pass-way where beats sound and pound at night. Rhythm and rhyming nights with the assign and resign of the mind that nature the nature that equivalent the sound of tunes. The blues that skies the dress and address of emotions and thoughts.
Alexander Keli Mutua
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