Breathren

I smell it in my finger,

I feel it in my veins,

If this isn't indigestion,

Love is haunting me!

At times i vision Amin Dada

at Ten.Standing in the rain,

Wandering if anyone really cares,

Puzzled about loves true colors,

His innocence slowly melting away.

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poem by Kabagambe Moses
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