Peter Daniel Phiri (21/06/1989 / Kadoma)
On A Runway
When you speak you sing life from deep within your soul and it’s quite clear when you smile in the mirror the world smiles back at you!
Inside, you are still the same kid Playing childish games Together with others On the runway
Under the full virgin moon Chasing butterflies with childish endurance Delirious, lost in fantasy! Like the blind man on his walking sticks
So don’t cry The day you realize, that l meant happiness in your life
Deny nostalgia Lurking in your thoughts, Helter-skelter often lead to strangers avenue
Harness patience and endurance What would it profit you? Writhing and contorting? Why would you rob your spirit of exuberance?
Your heart is not as hard as stone. Meanderings of your soul root from some place… Somewhat pregnant with love!
It’s hard for me To fit into your delicately made frame So l forgot your beautiful face, And easily made strangers laugh
I wish you would understand The same thing that inspires me Is the same thing that drives me crazy!
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