Tanka Poem
Don’t bring me flowers grow me a tree where I restcome sit by sometimesbut don’t overstay my lovefor…
Maybe ‘God’ is an ‘atheist’and that’s why‘We’ don’t ‘believe’ in ‘ourselves?’
The colours like a forgotten art in the sky waiting for that artist to blend…
An exercise in rejuvenation
A small wildflower holds so many secrets that connect us all. A capture of it could be a sunny…