As Sunday mornings

As Sunday mornings

Glistening producing shimmering

Pearls rolling down your cheeks

Smooth and astray I with hold in my urge to wipe them

A different course

Know to let them flow and cleanse

Erase what you hold on to Because tomorrowIs a new day

These pearls rolling down

I’m not interrupting their salvation parade They’re rolling down your cheecks

Smooth and astray

FF: Miss Sunshine

Photo: Marabout

Make-up: Francine Ngombe

Styliste: Azira