I long to see the sun doing a cha-cha dance with the moon. I wish I can pin down my sorrows on the floor with a definitive choke lock, waking up refreshed with a very beautiful future. The heels of fate are hard to crack, perhaps it would take a chisel teethed faith to break the back bone of Mr. Worries.
I love the flirting eyes of the wind, it reminds me of the story of life. I cried yesterday because I had to cry, that's the recipe of life. Freeze not my dear,a kiss by the wind is just man`s battle with the vicissitudes of life.
FROM: BULUTUTU OZUAH
