The Roll Of Times Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

If we coming we rolling like the upon the embed of feel. Taking the course of landing grabbing the grab-able letting loose the losable. The den where
we'll take glass or two the drink of times searching for a couple of pounds to fill the emptiness of the soul. While releasing and letting free the stressing that times encircle.The rhythm ain't no blues anymore we Hip hop this and that as the times reignite the taste of write. Grind and bump upon the refill of the concentrate of wine.