kinuthia david Biography

To them, that ask why we write
and those wondering why we rhyme
go through all the trouble
swirl around like a bubble
...

Dad, for two days,
and nights, that carry the same weight
the space has been empty.
Perhaps you were late
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You make me laugh
and shake my rusty ribs
and should i take-in a bluff
and put mine-hands in cuffs
...

I would write it in black, or,
I could it in red, but,
but your name...
it shines upon all darkness
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If you wonder, how;
I came to write this down
my heart, the part of gratification,
it couldn't help but to feel bound
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