Perched on a tree high
wave...
You hold the world in your hands
And you gaze at it in wonder...
Between the swaying palms,
moon was moving...
A dandelion was yielding to its yawn
on the fluffy mattress of sunshine...
Being you,
not the bee queen...
The little fledgling's
swan dive...
In Arua,
There is always some type of free food...
When you take a false
lead, life will undo the seeds...
Every night you become
an insect, crawl into...
Becoming gold diggers,
the myths, without...
I had a dream in my deep slumber
Making a sortie with full of fun and pleasure...
Between the tangles of all the floggings
skies...