A poem about the allure and limitations of a brief compartmentalized romance in a digital world.
She is a flower of lifeHer petals are sun kissed by noonand her roots watered by even tideDare not tempt hershe does not live by the minute…
A day begins when the dawn finishesAnd the thoughts rise from yesterday’s ashes
A day renders us with valuable giftsThe gift of timeThe gift of vast opportunitiesThe gift of self-improvementThe gift of…
Shoots of trees dipped in canal
