(2015)
It’s a hot starry night On the seashore A glimmering stare Wishes it would approach The lighthouse ever more.
A poem is something We truly believe in. It may be... A struggle for the mind For the heart a comfort
For a while she’s paused Out of awe her eyes clos’d Journeying across miles Cherishing lovely smiles. Her mind lingered on...
That Garden is fill’d With buds and roses Growing generously In beauty and care Breathing love rare.
During the day and at night I keep treasuring the Light Which floods my soul Encouraging me above all To face hard moments
At 7 am The moon still was there Smiling at you—timid rising sun— On the morning’s sky blue. A greeting
We believe in inner strength, Determination, meditation, Intelligence, divine signs— Supreme Light — Protecting us, cheering our heart
One feels one dies... before dying One undergoes pain in this living One feels the dream fades away Yet one believes in a unique Ener… That proves one isn’t astray.
Oh! The blue butterfly enjoys soa… Her fragile wings have become stro… And she even yearns for touching t… Her flight looks steady and bright Supported by a sweet, yellow daffo…
For a while she paused Out of awe, her eyes closed Journeying across miles Cherishing lovely smiles. Her mind lingered on...
They stand still in majesty The abundant green foliage Covers them with beauty Worth a rime of Coleridge. They are bathed in sunlight
The ladybird’s wings May become fragile Yet she does feel The deep, intense love In her heart.
The day had been so cloudy The sky painted grey News media had broadcast: “The Phenomenal Woman” Had passed away.
That morning’s trip Was such a jolly grip That’s taken the swallow In full glee To stop near the firm Tree.
There are plenty of voices around Resonating in our mind Striking us in different ways. Some have escaped from characters Lively portrayed in books
