Mother’s Touch
I capture the last gleam of my eastern prayer roomGolden it’s glimmer to guide me when shadows break the fencesValley
Read MoreI capture the last gleam of my eastern prayer roomGolden it’s glimmer to guide me when shadows break the fencesValley
Read MoreFirst rain of April is of hopeAhead of a reddened sweltering SunAnd the parched up leavesof olive and peace..Puzzles unresolved
Read MoreDear meI think it is important to write a letter to meIn fragrance of loveTo cherish the goodness in me,I
Read MoreMist falling ahead of the fire that of autumnMeasured in celsius, minus now in one pole of the heartFlowers, dreams,
Read MoreThe last sentinel is the light that glows from withinThe only truth is the one that conscience knowsNot necessary an
Read MoreThe storm that hit across the shore was vileNo word of truth or distance silenced its roarArmed from their hideouts
Read MoreFewer by fewer thoughts leaving the once heavy lifeComing out of a circled loop breaking a flower shaped seasonSaving a
Read MoreLike mist there covered a layerA layer that of concealmentOf all the miseries of this worldIn one frame of truthPinned
Read MoreLife is a blessing when it is realWhen not surrounded by pretendersHeart ignites a chaste ray of hopeIn solitude where
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