ARTISTIC TRIBE

From Dust to Dawn Buried to dust, yet love's flame endures,   Burnt to ashes, but our bond secures.   From dark to dawn, our hearts align,   In shadows cast, your love I find. Through storms that rage and skies of grey,   Our souls entwined, will light the way.   In every ending, there's a start,   A rebirth that ignites the heart. From broken shards, we craft our song,   In love’s embrace, we both belong.   The night may fall, the stars may fade,   But in your eyes, my world is made. Olanrewaju Ebunoluwa James 

In Shadows of Pride and Vanity In the quiet chambers of the soul,   Where pride resides, alone and whole,   A silent strength, a hidden flame,   That fears the world might doubt its claim. Timid steps in the face of light,   For pride, though strong, avoids the fight.   It holds its worth in secret trust,   Yet fears the gaze that turns to dust. But vanity, with eyes that gleam,   Lives in the world, a different dream.   It thrives on whispers, glances bold,   A mirror’s tale in stories told. Boldness walks where pride may shy,   With vanity, it learns to fly.   For in the gaze of others’ praise,   A fearless heart, its path will blaze. Yet neither pride nor vanity stands alone,   They dance together, flesh and bone.   A balance struck in the human heart,   Each plays its role, each has its part. So let them blend, these sisters two, ...