Kenya The mind thinks when the heart is moved;
By love, hate, tragedy, and joy is the heart moved.
The hand writes what the mind has spoken;
And what the hand has written, the mind has ne'er forgotten! 15 followers / 3.7k words
Our troubles have truly overwhelmed us. Afflicted we are by this unknown curse. Everyday has had its lights extinguished, And every hour has been but clouded in mist.
The wind made the earth's constituents rise in a spiral fashion And that cyclone-like sight gladly amazed we All our worries seemed lost in that temporary hallucination For nothing before had had the power to set us free
Each mind poured into the other the anguish it bore For agony had characterized their lives heretofore Their skulls couldn't contain the weight of their commotion So their hearts broke down as the only sign of devotion
It has been decreed that all broken hearts must meet. And let it be known that it ain't a simple meet and greet! You must come only if your heart is severed, For we shall weep and wail like the beleaguered!
Her beauty glistens like a rare diamond, And her smile is the other treasure we have found. By her every embrace, we have been healed; And every touch has had our hearts with joy re-filled!
Our fears have turned into our dreams, And our actions do naught but enfeeble. Our blood - thick and red - now flows in our streams, And we are guilty of ******, for our own hopes we stifle.