You lie,
she cry...

The last tear had fallen,
like the last drop of Noah's time...

I would write of African
not as a continent...

After the dust has settled,
and the air is clear...

I'm a flower,
In the midst of everywhere...

I could write of you,
of how much I miss you...

In life,
What kind of Art are you...

02/08/2015...

I close my eyes,
as well as my heart...

The emptiness that resided in my heart,
which held a big sign displaying...

I have much to write about,
if only you could help...

Beautiful butterfly flew
against the winds...