55words: Dream. Heal. Live. Love.

In a small tribe has it pride,

to do their way thru their hands.

 and I am not ashamed

 of my colour.

I love the way I served

 My family. My country.

My saviour  I trust

 Is only him

 who hold me tight.

Be thankful. Be grateful. Be kind.

Dream, Heal, Live- share the love.

© August 2019


33Words: My Best friend is a Flower

Not all beautiful flowers

can be seen by day,

sometimes- the most stunning


bloom at night,

and believed it or not

I used to talk

And yes I cry with them



July 2019