SometimesI have the feelingThat soap bubblesAnd the faces of many funny creaturesAre reflectionsOf some past livesFaces of individualsOf some very long time ago Just wild imaginationsForgive my wild wanderings But take a good look at this lifeA bubbleFloatingIn spaceNever burstingNever sinking in relationTo other elementsPause, and ponderIf these occurred by themselvesWhy isn't the process replicating itself? Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp : +233 541 824 839

AG2020-BTC+OMiami_2020236a Big L - Put it On. 1994. (Cookin Soul remix). My flowers are reflectedIn your mindAs you are reflected in your glass.When you look at them,There is nothing in your mindExcept the reflectionsOf my flowers.But when I look at themI see only the reflectionsIn your mind,And not my flowers.It is my desireTo bring roses,And place them before youIn a white dish. The Florist Wears Knee-Breeches, Wallace Stevens