Remember… My wrinkled lips were once your muse, The moonshine and joyful tears we shared Remember… My shaky hands once held you while we danced
Category: Poetry
I hear you whisper
I hear you whisper in the morning, Waking to your tweet and joyful song, Lonely morning, seeds spread to the rising sun, Fields of tropical
Modern Chaos
Untarred dusty roads, free wind beat Ancient hills hanging in the smog, While heaps of trash greet travelers Airy morning now, cheerful birds sing Smell
Stars Glitter for you
Stars glitter for you When you look up the skies
Discrimination: Who’s the enemy now?
I watch the news daily for updates on Covid-19. I’m glad to see heartwarming stories of our success in the fight against the global spread
Dream
You came as a Dream to me This Dream has made me beautiful
