a frozen nature;
the bird looks at the heaven...
The fantasy:
of moving in a circle...
Bury your mistakes with me:
like true forgiveness, I am there...
The ledge, jutting out
in quivering water...
It was not easy,
to rewrite a dream poem...
Move the steps,
to accept the dark...
The sun begins to set.
Rabbits are bouncing here and there around my...
Unbecoming, you watch
the sunset...
It was difficult to revisit,
the birth therapy...
in the blissful rain
baby bird is opening...
I have accepted myself, now.
In incompleteness...
Languid brush strokes struggle to
Ignite under star encrusted skies...