Tonight

tonightI would not write about stars,sun, moon or solar space,or the waves on the shore that kisses my feet,not even the sunshine that sprinkles yellow on my face,for they call itfloweryexaggerationand a pointless emissions of words. tonightI would not write about the faded mornings,sleepless nights,empty lumps formed in throat,the shivers of depression,or the sighs of… Continue reading Tonight

Home

my homean abode of peace, ataraxia atopthere gleams a hope in the times of despairand the celebration unfurls in the times of happinessit has been a safe havenall my twenties, I wonderthe walls still reflect ocean secrets anewthe corners continue to weave relationshipsthe windows, such lovely voids I can always count onthe silk curtain adorns… Continue reading Home