My country have become slayers a preacher man once said; a land is united with tranquillity, souls sucked with love and harmony.
IN THE WAKE OF DREAMS When you dream there’s a chance You’ll find a field of smiles with leaves On the face of a
The stars complete there race The sun begins its marathon The bats fly into the dark, ghostly caves elegantly arranging themselves in flanks and
Night comes with weak bones after fighting morning Battles with all strengths and hope and running Night comes with darkness of this planet
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
Oh,mother Nature In contaminated water and air in acid rain to the dramatic appeal to a planet who “slowly dies” and who irresponsibly and
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