that caravan of my thoughts has wagons of different shades.love, care, sadness, fear…
Joy of new green grass,Rain-washed roots and sun-drenched stalks — Fairyland for frogs
a love sonnet
My heart is filled with joy today,Like two doves finally reunited.I feel it coursing through my veins,The…
Octopuses don’t like peanut butter’Cause it makes them fly.Don’t sing to our Aunt BeaOr she’ll cry.
Striving for the joypromised to you,but valuable lessonsare taught by the shadows…
The thought of you excites meand lightens the ache of my wounds.