chapter one of "poet's love "
There lived a poet near the forest, the wind blew leaves off trees life there was like a dream and the poet was living it ..it seemed the was something the poet always dreamed of having, someone to write poems about twas a wish she wished upon ...
One day she saw a beautiful princess who had a smile of an angel ..she walked behind the trees to stare at the beautiful goddess who was in the presence of her eyes ...as she walked behind the trees and stepped on something, a brench of a tree that has fallen down
" ohh is someone there " said the princess in the most calming voice .." come out of the trees so I can see you " , she speaks again and right before the poet was about to come out someone called " princess ! , the king is calling you " .., the princess got up as fast as she could and ran towards her castle by the lake ...the poet stood there amazed that someone could be this beautiful so everyday she would go near the princess 's home and would sit there waiting for the princess to come out , sadly that day never came and the sadness in the poet's eyes meant she could cry at any moment but instead she wrote her feelings down in a lyrical rhythm that made her heart dance but no one besides her who could read what she wrote and that made her question her life in many ways...
© zizile punguzwa
One day she saw a beautiful princess who had a smile of an angel ..she walked behind the trees to stare at the beautiful goddess who was in the presence of her eyes ...as she walked behind the trees and stepped on something, a brench of a tree that has fallen down
" ohh is someone there " said the princess in the most calming voice .." come out of the trees so I can see you " , she speaks again and right before the poet was about to come out someone called " princess ! , the king is calling you " .., the princess got up as fast as she could and ran towards her castle by the lake ...the poet stood there amazed that someone could be this beautiful so everyday she would go near the princess 's home and would sit there waiting for the princess to come out , sadly that day never came and the sadness in the poet's eyes meant she could cry at any moment but instead she wrote her feelings down in a lyrical rhythm that made her heart dance but no one besides her who could read what she wrote and that made her question her life in many ways...
© zizile punguzwa