By the mirror side she sat, On a small caned chair, Looking at the tall figure, Combing her long dark hair, Frown on the little face, To resolve her loneliness, A baffled look stared at her, A playmate she wanted at home, Walked out in a huff, Listening to the loud laugh;
That was a year ago, Morn arrives, Two pudgy feet cycle, A cry of hunger awakens her, A playful fist-fight delights her, Love overflows resplendent in eternity, Grow they together, At times they differ;
Destiny consumed his life, Sapping soul out of him; Gathered strength to re emerge, Emboldened by her spirit and belief;
Evil raised its poisonous fangs, Pain enervated the senses, A mindless bundle on a bed, Hymns he whispered in her ears, Tears brightened the eyes, Clarity returned with the rising Sun;
Brother and Sister hold hand, The Universe celebrates the Power of Love.
An exotic world,never dreamt off Mystified thoughts gone through Enslaved from earthly bond Ruthful darkness no more haunting Howling soul in search of other Found my own reflection over’n over Elegance of moment pulls me harder To prodigious circle of
Somewhere and somehow, how and where I don’t know. But from ‘twinkle twinkle little star’, to the melody’a thing of beauty is a joy forever’we grow up. The past 15 years can be compared to the life of the ‘Brook’.
finding ways of running from the one force was getting harder everyday, with no night coming up the hill like it used to. rain still came only enough for plants to make out a week’s menu for those who had
The lines of time stretched pulled torn ripped apart. As the time passes, it is as the distance, grand yet minuscule, an odd yet frightful reminder. And as it grows, the pain loses precision, the sharpness fading, like morning fog.