That little smile in your face, a gift better than gold,
Will break the stony barriers between strangers,
Will mean a world of difference to someone,
Will warm up the chill in someone’s heart,
There Is No Honour Among Thieves And...
Among thieves and murderers,
There is no honour among them,
They plunder and kill,
lied behind their smiles,
Stars are always there in the sky,
Though sometimes hidden by dark clouds of the night,
Or blinded by the brightness of daylight,
Stars are always there in the sky.
The Girl Who Has No Email
She is black and she is tall,
A little shy…
Spoke so softly, I could hardly hear her voice.
-Sit down please. What is your good name?
By The Light We See
By the light we see,
with open eyes...
often just the surface,
blinded in glare,