The Safari

The golden dust, the scent of coming rain, The rising sun on the vast and open plain. A canvas painted in ochre, green, and gold, A story ancient, and so bravely told. The engine hums, a low and patient sound, As the jeep goes searching for hallowed ground. A silhouette of giraffes, tall and serene, A living image on a wild and endless scene The mighty lions, a sun-soaked tawny pride, Hidden in the grasses where their instincts guide. A leopard's shadow, elusive and so rare, Sliding through the thicket with a quiet, watchful stare. The trumpeting echo of the elephant's call, As families wander, moving free and tall. A wildebeest stampede, a blur of motion swift, A thundering promise, a primal, moving gift. And when the twilight paints the sky anew, With fiery hues of crimson and deep blue, The campfire crackles, a low and steady glow, With jackals barking in the dark, and stars that grow. The stillness settles, vast, deep and wide, The wildness stirring, with nowhere left to hi...

Broken Promises

The air turns brittle when words are said,

and trust is broken, hope is dead.

Each uttered vow, a silken thread,

now snaps and frays inside the head

The future planned, a painted scene,

is torn to shreds, a cruel machine.


The heart a garden, fresh and green,

is trampled on by what has been. 

And though the sun may rise and set,

the bitter taste lingers yet.


A scar on faith, a long regret,

a promise that you can't forget. 

The weight of silence, a heavy shroud,

hangs in the space where once was proud

the easy laughter, strong and loud.

Now only echoes fill the cloud.


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