When the last bird dips into the sea,It never leaves much behind,An echo of words disappearing into the future…
A Poem
Oh, what a differencea year can makewhat wonders time can mendheal, and create
I am waiting for the rebirth of calmTo spread across the skyLike the sigh after an orgasmThe world will chill…
hello a whisperplayful, inebriatedon the first starof a constellationmaterializing…
under the old evening sky