She's beautiful,
Has great curves...
This morning as I walked
on my way to catch the train...
A broken rock,
It does not moan...
My homeland
A silent breeze I woke and flew...
I remember as
a child, learning...
For God do we all search
In temple, mosque, and church...
Smoke on the horizon, fire in the distance
The path to safety farthest from the path of least...
There are things I cannot do,
Not even for a trillion units of dough...
The Buried Hope
Once again, a nursing mother seeks the scattered...
Nothing lasts forever
And everything will die...
A fox went to make a new friendship;
in the sea shore...
Who doesn't want to be happy?
Who doesn't want to be glad...