Poems from Guinea2011
Ticking down,
Infiltrating emotions,
More or less needed.
Empty promises,
Imitating hope.
Screaming out in pain, it’s
Offering more...
The Breeze
The breeze blows over
The trees tremble with terror
The grass sways softly
The Breeze
The breeze blows over
The trees tremble with terror
The grass sways softly
The Breeze
The breeze blows over
The trees tremble with terror
The grass sways softly