If I wouldn’t want to dieflying through a cumulus cloud,then why would I prefer to be blastedby one in…
Drumsticks beating loud,Legs tapping to the sound,Its music blended with ecstasy!
a poem to warm the heart
It’s easy to forgetHow to feelWhen heart has been bruised,And put on iceTo ease…
Butterflies, oh how they flyOn gossamer wings, so light and nimbleOn the breeze, up in the sky…
She was an artist who colored with the softest of huesWho loved drawing…
All of these small awakenings.Seeking for structure, yet drivenby vague desperation…
A poem
Look at the ripplesThat glistening lime goldSerene calmWith the cry of the local swan…