You were my glowing star, always mysterious and pleasing seemed close, seemed nearby, yet far away yet distant and like spring clouds – inconsistent. The
Category: Catharsis
Time is a Thief With a Painter’s Brush
Time is a thief with a painter’s brush Gently, covers up past pains and regrets in the golden dusk Waits for no one and never
Youthful Hope
I don’t want much But peace and respite for my worn-out soul I learned the meaning of emptiness, the life insignificance And today, all I
I meant what I said when I said I do
It seemed like yesterday when we stood holding hands. With loving and trembling hearts to be lawfully weds We had our share of laughter and
I’m With You
I will be with you always, Your air, your sun, your rain. I will think about you always You have found a way
Unrequited Bliss
You are an illusion. Nothing but illusion. Ignite each cell inside of me; A single thought about you – like music Soothes my soul as
Politically Poetic 