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Robert Kibet Poem
as free as untapped wind,
as moist like morning grass by dew,
as warm like spring's morning rays,
my heart beats free as that wind,
my lips wet as that morning grass,
my form warm as that spring's morning rays.
you come, I become above, my gentle love.
Copyright © Robert Kibet | Year Posted 2020
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Robert Kibet Poem
oftentimes as many as stars twinkle,
have brought myself to a river bank,
river of vows where I bow, countless flows.
often times as many as stars beneath heaven
have brought myself to this river,
for the need of change myself to this river,
I went and went and went and went
countless times as many as stars beneath heaven.
its waters, me to drink, an act of vow, vowing to change
an oath of change as I bow-bowed to drink,
countless times as many stars beneath heaven,
and not long before thirst gets quenched
I give it blows, as many times as stars beneath heaven
to break its knot, and break its knot
willing and unwilling thus done
a promise made, a promise broke,
many times as stars beneath heaven
mad he the man who does what he does
in the manner he does things with a goal-mind
yet the tools are the enemy of that very goal
so today have gone to the river of vows, still flows...
but today,
I will drink, unlike everyday
I shall not conceal it
no, today I will try a change, another new way
has the sun rises, I climb the hill back home
I write this while the birds sings to me
you have known my secrets and my river of vows
and it still flows, downhill to the valley yonder
revealing all this have consummate a vow
beyond is my dream, here is my vow, there my path..
May Lord guide....
Copyright © Robert Kibet | Year Posted 2020
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