waves dash, crash onshorebeachcombers run for coverseals surfing with joy
Fire feeds my soul:consuming in its nature,fueling dark passions.I can feel the paradox—It beckons others…
Of all the chores that belong within the household, doing laundry is the one that satisfies me…
As the daylight fades,The sun’s final glow reflectsOn the still river,Echoing the day’s…
A feather floats byIn the gentle season breezeAnd lands next to meAs I contemplate its graceA welcome…
I don’t think she knowsShe’s the straw that stirs my drinkI’m very thirsty