“I am drawing this dragon for you, to hang it in your bedroom” – he said to me nonchalantly without looking up, focused on his task at hand. Taken by surprise, I stared at the blank sheet of paper. His drawing was happening easily and swiftly, with no hesitation his magic dragon emerged from the
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.
Rafiki my friend Who always asks for more Rarely satisfied With what he has been given. He follows me incessantly Telling many stories Rarely true Buying him attention of those listening. Rafiki my friend Taught me many songs Hoping to dance together Dances unknown he saw in his dreams. Rafiki is friends with the sun
It may seem like life you know is over. You do not recognize the landscape you called home. You feel your home is somewhere else. Lost in heat of the neverending summer. You can hear the ocean, waves hitting your shores at night. You think you should be afraid of their welcoming sound. But you
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