Appearing as strangers
Becoming a bond...

With soup you have your solids
but you also have your liquids...

Quiet, let our mother speak
feed us with her wisdom...

Emotion captured
without words...

Quiet rumbles in the African Fields
bare feet pounding into the dirt...

If you shall die before I wake
and burry thee in the African heat...

Falling; breaking
neglecting hope...

Examining the surface
of this water of stone...

Grow my little fire
bigger than before...

Never judge the heart
of a Ram, so strong built...

One
promise...

Carelessly, crazy in love
happiness cradles her heart...