Yesterday she suckled a fresh breathe In the broken lungs of human, and today, she has become a redundant woman whose desire to embrace
Nature’s kingdom valley and its hills seem to be vigilant, A breeze from the ocean’s breeze can be felt; and, Tall trees are now
Deep peach remnant of the morning Sinking below the far ridge Dragging a warm blanket across the lake Leaving a trail of gold dust
In the cement state the birds were lost In the corner of the street and on Roots of the pale Eucalyptus, piles of rubbish………
Three wings, two brownish white blacks and three purplish tails, All on the fading green pitch, Forming a formation that had no form.
Even though i found my body happily smiling each morning, There is something missing. I pluck my sorrow on a daytime; After then i
As the day comes, night’s slain So does the sun when it rains For every soul that lives comes death Shoved in a six-feet
The sight of the moon often leaves me breathless, It’s beautiful in its own unique way, Because such beauty leaves me feeling hopeless, As
Alas !, the man is here, living changer of humans. Animals shudder over there Dearth and draught are the horns African winter looming I
Taking up my drawing board, seeking solace in painting what’s broad. Thinking of the most beautiful colors, seeing the world around in its splendour.