the rustle of autumn leaves
lulled cats...

Wings of the Wasp
Is it possible to change into a wasp and fly away...

the rustle of autumn leaves
lulled cats...

I come back
to the little girl on a swing...

fleeing shadow is afraid of loneliness
looking for heat...

with afternoon tea I come back
to the past...

Mom
where are you...

lull me
hearing dreams...

My life is racing with time
I’m running...

set me free
in the summer salsa...

white horses jumped
from the black thoughts...

cats at the table
purr at the poetry book...