I wish — My soul transformsinto a birdso I can fly, high up the skyand drenchin the…
A Poem
Before we fought to contain the lightAlong with the tradition of gifting spoonsWe wrapped our…
Thick black markerDraws lines around whereI do not wish to over step.
Black lines protectKeep people out-The right things in.
The childSmall withLarge blue eyesTransformed to a tree
What can bloom here nowThrough the cracks of broken earthWhen plants are choked by thorny briarsNo warmth brought to…
Earthen hue in crispy airThe cold an incubation for a thoughtStormy breezes taking thereWhat news the haunted mind has wrought