Baby bump, little baby bump
She is so happy, very very happy
It is her first time to be a mom
And she doesn't want to be ******

She's excited to see her 1st born
9 months, it will take 9 months
Girl or boy, sure she will adore
9 months, it is only for 9 months

Everyday she talks to her angel
Sings a song or tells a story
She always wispher Mommy loves you baby
Wanting to reassure the little angel

Days are fast and the long wait is over
The gift of life is about to be unwrap
Little angel is about to be born
Little angel will bring smile to the world

The sky is beginning to light up
But there are still stars dispersed in the firmament
In the vast universe, a new gift carying her blood
She's so moved that she couldn’t stop crying

What a lovely sound she heard
The first cry sounded like an angel’s trumphet
The most beautiful melody of the moment
The music of the gift of life

I have been sitting here
Trying to think of all the reasons why I think you love me
I have been sitting here in this confused air
Trying to figure out if its hot or cold
Oh big bright sun in the middle of these winter african skies

Not a sound,not a laughter,not a wispher
Nobody is here except me and these 5 little birds
Chirping and singing,flying about in this quiet place
It feels so safe, at last that monster won't come and wispher in my head

This beauty
So serene
Just the wind moving
Trees dancing as he moves by
Joining in the party of liberty
One more day to live and breathe
Oh big bright Sun in the middle of these African winter skies....

Maybe i should stop reading your
  poems
because everytime i do
i always find myself commenting,
being dragged to my past,
and wishing to share my thoughts with you.
It is so hard dealing my heart
wisphering "i miss you too".
Its like a semi earthquake,
vibrating at all time,
and i know that it is
an emotional call
you keep on sticking around,
and i try blocking you off,
but somehow i still hear my heart wispher

In time of darkness
A soft wispher
I hear the Word: Let it Be, Let it Be.

In hour of darkness
Your faithless prayers are heard
In dead Silence
"Let it be, let it be"

In days of darkness
We see fearful people
Rushing around
In fruitless actions
Instead, "Let it be, let it be"

As a whole we separate devide lean upon selfish lies swim in shallow waters cycle on rims without tires tell ourselves what we wispher inside the quiet of our minds is rightous to dismantle one another is to destroy what is most valuable of our souls what is most valuable to our surival