A poem
We sat on the grimey stairs and looked out into the inky night. The air is quiet, almost…
Glassywater
A Sijo
in a shaky building
The stillness of the morning reveals so much.
I don’t like grey sky makes me dreamy,takes me to those poemsresting somewhere.
Always lost in that poem written before dawn.
In the depthsof your heartthe one’s you love exist.And in the depthsof your…
To be free,release yourself of the burdens you carry with youand all beliefs that hold you…