I hear sirens richotching cross chipped billboards
drowning in a sea of people with colored hats...
It was in there, within a ripple,
while I was walking at the shore of my life...
I want to hug you until my
arms become a vice...
like birds fluttering their wings
against strong winds...
We are from different backgrounds
located all over the world...
As the moon rises from behind the mountains
it sheds some light to where I am...
Our thoughts
are the seed of our soul...
There are some bumpy days
nothing seems to be in place...
To all of those who are so rich in heart and mind,
a word of gold is free to give to those in need...
!The night is dark and full of terrors!
Yet it can never hold...
My black pen
It's got me through rough times...
Short of hopes, a log swims;
Afloat...