Fred Musoke
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I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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Write, baby...Write!!!
Giving away a life to wade through the deep waters in search of a life. A life that lost itself to a lifeless pen. I know am not Hemmingway and I won’t write anything like Williams's sonnet. But I have got the gift of three-dimensional coalescing. I mean, that head to hand synergy.
By Fred Musoke4 years ago in Poets
MisSpelt
Allow me present to you the hysterical tale of attar, the redolence from Mr. Fitzgerald’s loom room that gingers my soul. Just a gleam and my mind ran back to Elizabeth, Beth's queen of the ring. The feeling I get on reaching a myrrh stuffed scene. For a thousand years, a thousand souls can’t estimate my consanguinity with cassia.
By Fred Musoke4 years ago in Poets
Through The footprints Of Mr.Carson
*This was one of my first creations. I wrote this particular one when I was 14. We all remember those days when we were just trying to figure out how to walk along the art of writing. Those days when you didn’t know that you’ve got the gift to impress and entertain crowds through your pen*
By Fred Musoke4 years ago in Motivation
