Mounted on the wings of nostalgia Carried to the Udara tree where we used to sit And sing at the top of our voices. Begging the juicy yellow fruits to fall on their own. That was the only way we could claim them as our’s….

arguing isn’t communication it’s just noise hardly intimidating or impressive a waste of energy time and voice you’re trying to be right so I know that you’re not interested in listening don’t care to learn or grow throw your fists and stomp feet wildly so…

Energy Drained Face Pale I feel death Butterfly dances

BEFORE THE PINES WERE GONE   lost under the heavy snow-covered branches we saw the fort was mostly built already a slanting roof and long walls only a door was still needed   we built whatever was necessary with mittens on we covered the open…

Maybe love don’t care as much as I do, Can two walk together unless they agree? If I and love are meant to walk different path, how long shall I stress myself to convince her to keep my company.

That’s what Mom called it Toasted bread with the white part of eggs in creamy white sauce on top sprinkled with crumbled yellow egg yolk a light supper on a winter evening a comforting dish that seems to exist only in the past in a…

Lilac laughs Bright daisy smiles Sunflower kisses Buttercup tickles

Little three-year-old All bundled up in warm clothes Toddling down the pavement

Sweet like a flower Pointed like a vine One more would be a garden And tightness like an overgrown tomb

Green like grass Purple like a heart Orange like a jacket Yellow like a sun Red like a cherry Blue like a sky White like a daisy Black like night