Are you angry? My little Paula?
That the pink butterflies
no longer dance on the grassland
with you
That the tiny birds no longer sing
on the bloomy trees as before
That only the cries of babies
and feet of fleeing families
are heard Continue reading Are you angry? My little Paula?
every sip is wisdom drained,
a longing for what is,
what was, and
what will be Continue reading Amal
Before the break of dawn
I head down the soundless road, pitter-patter
darkness cold on my heels
I keep moving, leaping, flying-fast
The universe running past Continue reading Running
hold my happy hands Oh dear Mel,
walk me down this rugged road
Continue reading Loud Wishes
Your phone is an abandoned scrabble game
with a full rack word, in a dark winter night.
Time spent with you flew faster
than your iconic long showers… Continue reading 52 weeks without you…
A million thoughts float through my dingy room,
searching my head with a look of doom.
Words, never said… Continue reading My dear dream, kindly come true
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