We danced in our spheres Kept the hope for happiness within But exhaustion and time came and undressed our realities Fate became inevitable
With a single blow
We ran into our separate caves Left the sandstorm to tear down everything that once surrounded us We survived in our safety pretext But the sandstorm was all in our element, where it lingered
Throughout our quests for genuine safety We left little holes Like those of termites' hills To peep through as we paid careful attention To the hope of the storm's immediate resolution But so sorrily, The winds were cruelly stronger than our expectations And the turbulent winds spun violently piercing grains of sand That greedily and hurtfully clogged our spying termites' holes And shun us from the only last thing That the sandstorm in our element had spared So now we can hope for survival in our isolated darks
Thus, with a single atom of hope left within Will we ever see each other again? The cruel wish
Mongi C. Nkabindze
Time, it does everything, from construction to destruction. Reconstruction remains a phenomenon under question