Once upon a time there was a tree that bore a strange fruit. The fruit that almost looked like the tree but not exactly. It wrapped itself around the tree and slowly started sliding down. As it descended lower and lower, the more ripe it became. Until one day it freed itself from the tree
You are my love and I know it, The only one and I show it. My love, my fear, my pride, my gear, My passion, my life, my courage, my fright. All of it you are and so much more. My story I can tell you. You know me so well. You know my existence.
Can you hear the drums Beating in the dust Hidden by the trees And houses of mud? Can you find the passage Guarded by the goats Grazing the tall grass Moving in circles? Lines are forming, Women then men, Bright colored dresses, Bright lined skirts. Moving their feet, shaking their bodies in a simple rhythm,
What is destiny? Destiny is often thought of as series of predetermined events that are meant to happen and are thus unavoidable. We sometimes think of destiny as something good that happens to us, such as meeting our soulmate. Sometimes we think of destiny as not so good, such as when we believe inheriting certain
She stepped out In the morning sun Her sleepy eyes Opening lazily. It’s another beautiful day. The crows have gathered in the green meadow Waiting patiently for passersby. Their melody is crude, Ripping apart Peace in her heart, She starts weeping. Tears rolling down her cheeks Wash away all the sorrows, Shiny tears, shining in