Treasure Island

Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza


The breeze


As children they jumped up and down
As children they danced
As children they could be by the grass playing
Many around, so they had each other’s eyes, staring

Like then, they found themselves dancing and jumping
No one around, for it is inside them; thank God!
Their hearts and brains amalgamated
It was in a different world
Only nature surrounded them

As children they danced
No sound was heard aloud
Only their ears could hear it play
As they danced to the tunes of love
Made by their heart beats

It was under the breeze…so cool
She looked at him, he stared back at her
They felt the comfort of each other’s presence
As they jumped, laughed, danced…all as the children
The power of love under the breeze

Submitted: Monday, November 11, 2013
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