Tears roll down in a rush. As I bow my head before his grace. With no face I have come. Seeking his peaceful face. Minutes into hours. Hours into years. Same prayer,he knows. Buh an unknown zeal which is unjust. A strong force That keeps me whole. That friendly smile leaves my heart racing. Yet my soul yearns for. The fresh delicate skins. Nd beautiful shapes I encounter. Oh! I hear them scream my name. Though like a miracle. A voice keeps telling me. My son I have seen to your prayers. And still I wonder how? Then mind reflects. That strong force that keeps me whole. Such wonderful smile my neighbor has. My woman has been so close all along.
simba / pro-era….