Submerged in the echoes
of my parents' love-making...
Children
Purer than the light...
...
Never think,
wrong right...
Does an author not write a book? A poet not write...
Why is it that when you're backed into a corner
It makes you feel alive...
Baby's first cry
Unto salvation...
The tiny glistening
Shiny leaf of the spring...
Wandering child,
Of this strange earth...
The tides of life come as naturally as a rising...
The spring of youth that decides what you become...
HURT
I looked back at yesterday and saw my mistakes...
Let us all give it a thought,
How to confront the greatest challenge...