With the rain,
A heavy wind with hail:
Shivering the flesh and plants of the fields
And the old house roves that’d held still
When these ecstatic orchestras played up-on them.
The old tree at front swung_ swinging
Brunches all over that meanwhile given
To the winding wind that wandered
All her leaves that she’d bed-ed.
Mustafa Khan A.
Hey, greetings. My name is Mustafa Khan Abdurahman I am a poet a singer, songwriter and an art student at Kyambogo University. Not much about me but Poetry Art and Music, this is like my life all together.I love writing, it is where I feel a little more released and freed, here I have a clearer voice.
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