I'd give anything to be a kid again
Free as a bird...
I born as a child
After giving unbearable pain to my mother...
You've had so many chances
False dawn, no dawn, nothing, then everything...
Whistling sounds of the sorrows,
The wind would pass through the morrows...
A Haiku Poem...
Specific dates used to never matter to me;
I didn’t have anything significant...
All I wanted was to sing,
Yet singing seemed to run away from me...
Little pony runs
Through the fields of...
Brave and strong
Irish men and women march on...
I'm sniffing the
Scented flowers...
The mockery of this world
is the burning to teach to one who knows...
I am a person
I am here...