Sun Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

Walking not basking at all the soiling upon the soil boiling sweat trickling are flowing from the face. Oiling the face and hasting the taste of the sun that burn and turn the eyes into red and sparking the depth of tears. With a glow and low the head upon the sight and insight of earth. The flaming ground that upheaval steam and flames of passion and affection. The reaction and attraction of the sun-rays that an enter into their travel marvel the unravel of feelings and thoughts. The wrought intense and immense that overflow alike rivers and streams predestining into the depths of the seas.