Beholding that nice bouquet
We cheerfully recall the day
Of a sweet gift of purity
Left for the Eternity.
Watered with great care

It’s embedded in a smile
Truly spontaneous, heartfelt
At every little while.
It’s vivid in a warm hand—holding
Always present over longing

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

The poet’s voice echoes
Plenty of voices
Living in different times
Resonating in lines
Flowing under life stories

There are plenty of voices around
Resonating in our mind
Striking us in different ways.
Some have escaped from characters
Lively portrayed in books

You’re a firm Tree, and we love T
We’ll keep gazing you with glee.
Solemnly standing
Your branches are green no more
Your whisper in the breeze

A small garden on earth
Born to a larger one
Is adorned by rosebeds
Where sweet—smelling roses grow
In the colours of the rainbow.

It’s a hot starry night
On the seashore
A glimmering stare
Wishes it would approach
The lighthouse ever more.

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

Waves kissing the pebbled shore
Gazed at me and asked:
“Shall we see your boat no more?”
Contemplating the blue sky
I responded with a sigh: