A poem is something
We truly believe in.
It may be...
A struggle for the mind
For the heart a comfort

Found across a beautiful seashore
Brought by waves of scientific lo
It spreads its shine wonderfully
In angles of light and glee.
Its shape wasn’t crafted round

A pretty quiet early morning...
Blessings coming with a fresh bree
Lasting beyond this mild sunny day
Amid noble thoughts, some concerns
Fond memories, eternal reveries!

It all comes from the heart
And the enlightening of the mind
Composing lines of art
Under mysteries of the kind...
It may be a relief from grief

'Twas the start of their day’s wor
A fresh encounter with dreams
Nurtured by their teachers’ care
Beyond parents’ love, more than fa
“Please, show me your nice drawing

During the day and at night
I keep treasuring the Light
Which floods my soul
Encouraging me above all
To face hard moments

Birds fluttering their wings aroun
Quickly descend onto this ground
To comfort an exhausted silent Be
That’s deprived of that blossoming
The little birds encircle the Bee

Countries, peoples across the worl
Are in need of a wide, free gate
Through which noble principles,
Human values are supposed to circu
Not just business,

The ladybird’s wings
May become fragile
Yet she does feel
The deep, intense love
In her heart.

There is no wind blowing
The tree stands green, serene.
It enjoys the bird’s singing
And wonders: “What does it mean?”
Blessed by this soft rain