Write Poem by kipsang kerich

Write



if i write, as, when i write
these words, and signs, of my time,
are sums of complexities,
known only,
to the depths of my mind-
which, though having said,
will no more say it the same.

i've seen depths unknown,
in the bright of the sun
and the grip of darkness
which, though I say it now,
I will no more recall,
like the laughter of a child.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Malcolm The Last. 15 April 2009

I am impressed. There is a wide world in the heart of the poet that is infinite.

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