There’s a star, on a traveling adventure, Sailing through the cloud like a phantom Without arms, she sailed against the wind Stopping when she saw
Month: Oct 2018
A lovers song
I will hype you everyday Twist your curly hair, Sing quietly even when you sleep Write my poetry with my fingers On your bare naked
The Silent hill
There’s a point where the earth touch the clouds Twists, turns, the land thrusts up to meet the sky By the sides, vegetation stood guard
Africa!
The vision I see of your rising, great motherland, It gets me excited and hopeful! Your children spread like that tentacle of the Octopus But
Musing: What if?
What if the hills on the countryside moved when it wills, What if? What if the waters from the ocean shone like gold, What if?
