by Kipsang Kerich
I've seen sun-filled days,
and walked sandy bays-
Lit by golden rays.
And Nights of tears
tormented by fears
have capped the years.
A twist of fate,
and a moment of GRACE
has been the race.
"The smell of ink is intoxicating to me - others may have wine, but I have poetry." ~ Terri Guillemets
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