CHRONICLE by John Kaniecki
The Humanity Of The Enemy
Reality, is a rocking cradle, God is able, a miracle sleepsMother's gentle hand does not understand forces beyond her commandThe winds wails, the system fails, hatred prevailsReligion, nationality, ethnicity, ideology,...
BUTTERFLIES by Andre Swanepoel
Dancers on a rooftop
Sirens in flight, light feetAnd white - if only you wereLess bright, I, the messengerSin sight could dream your great heightBut I deem myself far removed
From white-light.
Henceforth I simply evaporate Butterflies
They break...