Our Love Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

Our Love



Of the old or new upon the surface of earth. The nature wears out the leaves sending their tunes down the trees or even more upon the surface. Am getting old are you? Or am lying about my renewed and revitalized life that's known to me. Am I human a being walking upon the surface of earth in search of intrigue and fascinate to capture and captivate the masses.

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