Poems from Losioki Somoire
In the days of my living
I met one stronger
What was her name?
Where does she reside
In the days of my living
I read of one human
What...
The soul selects her own
companion
Then shuts the door –only to
The select
To her divine...
The Glass
I need to quench my thirst
Though the glass is far
If I had power
I would pick that glass
And quench my thirst
That glass...
I`m Sorry
Humans forgets
Like a wild warthog
When they go yonder
Forget days of yore
Become wont of the silence
Nay,
The `ebb and flow...
The Israelites heard Moses` voice
They all bowed to it
For he was `ir master
His beliefs they embraced
`Til they became one strong
Young...