Monday, May 9, 2011



"Saturated, clouds leak like secrets that are badly kept"

                                                                          Picture by: Paz Mukikala

Trapped in concrete jungles 
We rush past life right into death.

Building past the point of no return 
We push mother nature to a last breath.

- Slow down -

Catch the sun climbing to a rise, and
Excuse the need to miss it's fall to set.

Hunt for the organic within you
For we all rush to nowhere without rest.

Aristo Dos Santos
CuPid Poetry
“For Those You Love and Adore”

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