Logan Sapphire

A Cold Stone

I hear them walk on the road As they pass singing so loud And I see a flower Blooming on a tower And I am a cold stone Sleeping in the rain There she comes an Afro girl A comely daffodil Her eyes release fire Bluer than a sapphire But here I am a cold stone Frozen, wet autumn She tries to warm my heart I resist to feel her…

This is not a poem

I just wanna let you know that I am right now feeling so happy, and you are the reason, and am glad you are. I feel warm. I feel yellow. I feel as if am watching the rain with you. I can just hear the droplets, falling down. Oh! And there you are like the sun shining in the middle of it all! Glad to have you in my life!…

ዝናቡ

ዝናቡ ዘነበ ጉድፉን አጠበ ዶፍ ሆኖ ወረደ ቆርቆሮን ቀደደ ነጎድጓድ ነጎደ መስታወቱ ጦዘ ባሕሩ ፈነጠዘ ዝናቡ ፈሰሰ መሬቱን አራሰ ዛፉን ገነደሰ ሰው አበሰበሰ ከደም ተቻለሰ ከኖህ ዘመን ባሰ!

Fallin’ Out

To the Sun: I (m)issed you yesterday, but today am (m)issing the rain. I assume you, too, are (m)issing the moon as you used to (m)iss me. The Sun Answers: No, you mustn’t “assume,” but you must know that I have been (m)issing the moon as soon as we stopped (m)issing us. To the Sun: Well, I can resume (m)issing you, I can stop (m)issing the rain, should you want…