Thursday, January 5, 2017

A Chant

Artwork by Sabine Sauermaul

Say it bores me playing a piano
Or it sores me sailing a sea alone
Late at night when you’re asleep
And stars are watching over you my darling
Extend your hand and take me there
To that isle empire of beauty you built
And amid the rhythm of songs we sing
We’re lyrics to the world of magic
Days are steep and tiresome to climb
But together we mount like
A song coming to an end
But seem to be starting instead afresh

2 comments:

  1. Fabrice NIZEYIMANA, your verses are really magical and smooth. Well done, poet!

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    1. Thank you my dear! My heartfelt appreciations:)

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