I am not a poet,
Who writes a poem...
A real helping hand
Is my teacher...
I started my day
by trying to dust the ink dots...
Put this, below your temples,
Omega behind the alpha--between the gamma...
I stand here on a mountain
face up to the sky...
Time does not stand still
For anyone who is here...
A golden arch way of flower scents,
Walk through to arms opened wide...
She kissed him goodbye
He got onto the train...
Chapter one is completely blank,
The words come with each day...
Be still little child; you have no worries or...
For in your eyes, the World has no meaning yet...
She lies down gently on the bed,
Hugging her knees and resting her head...
The white finch flutters,
His elegant, pygmy wings...