I want to share a poetic piece that I wrote 2 years ago. It was originally…
Spring poetry
And he asked, “ How shall I decorate thee, diamonds or gold?”
little pair of eyes,all brightened up when they saw,faces, mom and dad.
Because your mouth is where my roads begin,
One Tuesday afternoon, waking up late from a nap, I mustered all the nonchalance I could and walked through the gates of a Tibetan…
Lover, lover come to me I’ll cross the oceans, part the sea Smell you, see you, need you near In my ears your voice I…