Running Waters Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

Noon sounding and pounding the run of the legs upon the slope that a cope upon it relinquish breath. A catch upon it within the settle and resettle of the sands that broad and cluster the amass of unravel. The seek and fetch for a perfect embed that nature the nature that astound the rare and bare. Streaming and flowing river that a season cease its waters. A while the taste and haste of the soul reignites the accumulate of times and seasons.