She said, “I took a look at your visage to see if you have a beautiful face.” I asked her if she knew that one other thing beauty does is to fade. In-deed and words, please know that “beautiful” fades as in with old ages, it isn’t the same face. Don’t be a fool and find wisdom in this Heart of mine, it beats with a poetic pace.
Cinderella if only your lost shoe came with at least a lace. . . I would have tied it up as you ran away, it wasn’t the case! My Spirit is as gentle as Africa, its Soul is comparable to that Dark soil beneath the Nile, melodious spades.
© Christian D. Koumtog