Treasure Island

Maxim Muyu

(2nd July / 1981 nairobi)

never sell my dreams


never sell my dreams,
never sell my dreams,
increase my skills,
I know all about burning,
all about profit than loss,
never sell the beauty of my rights,
never loss the battle when blessed,
never loss the beauty of nature and time,
when touched,
when blessed,
let me increase,
let me see beauty,
that my grievance is ending,
that my heavenly King is blessing me,
Touch me in all my afflictions,
Let me know all that is right from wrong,
Let me perceive that you blessed me,
Let me perceve that you are the King,
All beauty came within me,
When you touched me in all my afflictions.

Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2007
Edited: Monday, February 28, 2011

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