Where Love Resides
Love are these crushed blossoms that I hiked up and down the Montmartre steps to bring to you just because I knew you’d like them And I dream that you will clasp them in...
Category: Poem
Dreams (II)
In my dreams I search for the perfect place. Solitary, bright peaceful and vibrant. In my dreams there are many endless roads from which I can see prospective comfort. In my dreams I know...
Untitled (I)
Butterflies? More like a school of sardines swarmed by dolphins. Swirling, churning the water. Rolling into a tight, anxious sphere. Hoping to escape the certainty of being devoured.
