I Love It
I Love It by Leonard M. Nyaga. I love it when the early birds sing,
Where Words Find Their Wings
I Love It by Leonard M. Nyaga. I love it when the early birds sing,
My family is a chille heel,so do my friends. All they offer is a white knuckle ride,
I was your forever that has now turned to never, Once I was your heartbeat now am all you beat,
When I'll hold you in my arms, Cradle you by my tummy,
These three words, Engraved on the tender walls of my heart,
Just a tort My lips to dreadfully distort
"MY AFRICAN MATRIARCH" _____________________________
Hushh.... silence....
Angels build a palace for the kings and queens, So does a mother to her convoys,
Can't wait for August I'll go hiking with my friends,
Time stands still Motions of life seem unreal
She's a tale of countryside love, Modest,