Poems from Elizabeth mwangi
sometimes our energy diminishes,
the root of our joy,
the motivator of our liveliness,
all disappear like a ghost,
your internal is a host...
Its the air i breath,
the content that fills up my lungs,
the ideas of it aint a plank,
its genuinity is a fact,
the practicers are conc...
Its the air i breath,
the content that fills up my lungs,
the ideas of it aint a plank,
its genuinity is a fact,
the practicers are conc...
Its the air i breath,
the content that fills up my lungs,
the ideas of it aint a plank,
its genuinity is a fact,
the practicers are conc...