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Rian Kibet Poem
I wish you were close
To remind me of trust and its dose
To keep firm the love I have on the loose
To hug me and keep not lose
Coz blood You were my dearest goose
That laid golden eggs
I wish you were alive
To this feeling of my body that arise
A lot of insecurity and lies
Lot of fake blood and friends with attention that dies
Lot of missments that has dried
And I hope and wish becomes firm like I cried
That one of this fine days we unite
In that realm you live and kite
It has been long since I saw you brother
I wish and I hope are the words
That one day will be true
And I will be part of your crew
To the smiles and the hot dew??
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Rian Kibet Poem
Above is the place
I wish to race
Above is the face
I wish to grace
Where people dreams age
And where thunderstorms rage
The wildest dreams take courage
And where you feel the stars stage
Above is the Term
That we use when success has arms
The word that manifest richness alarm
Reminder of bellow and its germ
Reminder of the bare minimum firm
That has been bestowed on human farm
To the Darest point of life
To the darest point of achievements
Above is the habitat
That reminds us of climate change and stats
The human effects on what protects us from start
The deepest conversation and debate that doesn't need a flirt
Its effect grave on living organism on earth
And the word is deep in the heart
That indeed human should be reminded in an art
Of the beautiful nature we destroy without the guts
Of the ugliness it leaves and lives it hurts
Above is the pace
Where Motivation is driven and ridden
Word that keeps a vision not bedridden
The pace that reminds one to wake talents hidden
To betterment and change venture den
A world of production and not purely consumers.
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Rian Kibet Poem
I want to bring you home
Where we will share dreams
Where we will laugh without form
Freely in love and enjoying the streams
As it flow from kisses
To disses
Where we plan the rules
And we ain't mules
Of what happens
Without our pens
Writing down the list
That drives the gist
And we don't have to worry about the feast
Coz we are in the east
Where our sun rises
And our hope holds praises
Living as one in two
Leaving the old ones too
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Copyright © Rian Kibet | Year Posted 2025
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