A feeling of nostalgia Seems to stay Overwhelmingly A flash of sweet melody Brightens the day

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

Bright sunlight Flooding the hill Mirroring that river Of pure, crystaline water. Sublime silence

At 7 am The moon still was there Smiling at you—timid rising sun— On the morning’s sky blue. A greeting

For a while she paused Out of awe, her eyes closed Journeying across miles Cherishing lovely smiles. Her mind lingered on...

Immense like the sea Intense like their poetry Ardent, bright like the sunlight Soaring high like a bird in the sk… Every tune sweetly reaching the mo…

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!

The sun couldn’t show up Illuminating the land With its glimmering beams. The sky, only greeted by clouds, Has brought about the same hope

Upon spotting a ladybird Clung to a yellow daffodil One wonders about her wish or will… Will it be for safety? Will it be for care?

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

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

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

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

In the same direction... Lovely noble thoughts Truly passionate feelings Permanently brought. Human wishes