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Wah!
Hundreds of times I reflesh my phone,
to check your latest ,
I tell you,you are great
I feel...
Only that I am guilty
For nothing though
I am a poor man
I cannot speak my heart
I have the full urge
But do I ... ?

I just keep it
And
The remaining shall speak for itself!
Emotion that move
Make me hang in the air!
Dear reader
I am here wondering
Have you for once taken time?
Taken time to think of yourself?
Do you know that you are perfect?
You make me happy!
Your face
Eyes
Good nose
Well shaped mouth
Thank God,you are perfect like Him!
Imagine all you think,talk and eventually write
Touch me
I find myself laughing.
They have impact,
Some get me off guard
And always make me conscious
I sometimes think they were meant for me
Some writing,come when I am desperate for them
Some bring my past alive
Some strengthens my heart and vision
They make me see the perfectness in you
So my wish
Write unending
I will read untiring
...
Faithfully yours
kfjnr
Kirui Frank Junior
I am thankful,
I will be back to read your latest
And
Post my sweetest
On the way I come
Highway that jam
Fumes and smoke
Outskirts of a town
Worries and strain
Cars up and down
Headache a spark!
I call it my travel
Inside a matatu van
Heating and boiling us
Or me
I be specific
No music to flow
This is turning rough
Maybe
Next time
I should be on my person
Tired by this
What is poetry ?
I am defeated please!
Kindly answer me
Poets give me a definition this is a challenge please please .
You are like sleep
When you are away my body function normally
And I always plan to assume you
When I see you
My  mind turns a factory
Producing sweet phrases unending
My heart pours emotion unstoppable
And my mouth pours words sequentially
No time to think of assumption
Left!
Living turning hard,
And
Maybe life has given you a bright gem
The gem I work for day and night
The story that would turn oil
And make it soil
That never a day spoil
But smear the skin soft
And life turned a smooth
In it a problem smothers
I call it a gem,
Precious and important!
A poem I sent to someone whose reply has made my day
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