It has been a while.
A moment alone,
To think of how in life,
We fall, struggle, cry,
But never should we give up,
For an ox keeps pulling the plough,as long as it’s eyes are open and it’s legs strong.
So here is to the things we say, never give up, try, crawl but never give up.
The words we say, but do we listen?
I reminisce on my stories,
Because it’s this magical place,
I feel the embrace of the stars,
And the warmth of the creation I make,
So if I write of a beauty of the skies,
If I make my stars hot and the sun cold,
If I dance to the silent music,
Don’t judge,
For I have a gift to tell tales of truth, and those of lies, they have known a beauty more captivating than that of the horizon.
Queen of words.I reminisce on my stories,
Because it’s this magical place,
I feel the embrace of the stars,
And the warmth of the creation I make,
So if I write of a beauty of the skies,
If I make my stars hot and the sun cold,
If I dance to the silent music,
Don’t judge,
For I have a gift to tell tales of truth, and those of lies, they have known a beauty more captivating than that of the horizon.
