thoughts of you consuming the mind
lost hearts you will never find
black and white create the day
for every soul has to pay

fears are captured in the dark
love and light breaking apart
suffering is feeling from afar
new life peeling from the heart

'O’ the night, sky filled with swirling clouds,
Stars ablaze with their own luminescence,
And a bright crescent moon is painted
Although the objects are exaggerated -

Below the rolling hills of the horizon lies a small town
‘O’ A peaceful essence is flowing from the stone
The cool dark colors and the fiery windows spark
Memories of our own warm childhood years filled with

Imagination exists in the night and dark starry skies
Center point of the town is the tall steeple of the church,
Reigning largely over the smaller buildings
Size and seclusion onto the town when steeple casts down

A massive dark stripes makes it greater and isolated,
Curve lines create mirror of the Sky
‘O’ From a mountain to a leafy bush,
Formation is wide and full of variety

@Musfiq us shaleheen

Six O’clock knocking on the shadow
of an older generation
He’s blind, imprisoned
after a lifetime of adventure
Screaming out loud
through his expression, motionless
Mr. Lovemore,
blind grey eyes capture me and leave me heartbroken
Fascinated by the walk of his past,
he’s a teacher , I’ll push him in a wheelchair
He can imagine I’m pushing him through Africa
Six O’clock, a listener
as I read out loud to him, old aged

- salome albrecht