Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

Rookie (25-11-1987 / RWANDA, GISENYI)

Biography of Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

Keith Anastase KAMOSSO poet

I’m no messiah to anyone’s world. I’m nothing but bones and air in the bag that you call 'Fresh'; Combined both together it gave out this figure you see. I bleed red, cry tears, break like cracked cheese, I am nobody but just a man with a pen in hands, a paper and a mind to think. Poetry is a life, a friend and a lover.

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You Are My Life

What a lovely memory
What a happy time
What an enviable and real craveble day
The nice look and gorgeous face
this is the most wanted day of our both lives.

It has been long
Waiting for love
Waiting for life

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