Her thoughts were, at times, volatile Although he knew her for a while To him, she appeared sublime And thought of her thoughts as a chime Fallen for her smile He wished; for him, she walk down the aisle Weird as she was, She had…

Poets in the Marathon. Yes, we were born to run. Finishing slow, fast, weak and strong. Yes, we were born to run. Any way you can, Yes, we were born to run.

Outside my window   A clothes line on which I’ve hung hurriedly my towel and my t-shirt— wrinkled   A few flower pots with seasonal flowers— all colours   A white wall with fine cracks— revealing its grey body

I look out of my window It’s near sunset The sky coloured with Different hues of blue and orange With just a hint of black. The day seems to be turning in To go to sleep In the comfort of night But let me just…

Sunshine on the hanging baskets Greet the flowers there The trees stand still Silhouettes on baby morning blues Bushes and an apple tree Awaken the birds in the yard.