This place drums with no beat,
humming with a gentle wind.
Stretching to a seeming eternity,
this is my affection back to thee.
Black emissions and ignorant beings
on a daily hustle are far from here.
No time restrictions what would be
an urban crime, is a piece of bliss for me.
Never have I felt this at home.
Never have I felt this at peace.
Creation from human hands emulate
the beauty touched by he who
transcends life. This crisp sweet
air renews me. This is my
love song to thee.
Filed under: Educo Africa, poem
I was with on this course for the r.a.a and it was amazing.trevor and larato if u eva come accross my comment..lol.im engaged nw no more fooling around.just incase u 4got who i am trev.u were my [guardian]angel.. I mis u guys.oh and we wil b graguating soon so keep in contact.i knw u guys are extremely busy but drop me an email and il forward you some graguation pics.thanx