When I grow
I will bring Spinola bay to her garden, Saqqajja...

Call me Medusa if you must,
though I do believe it's...

Sakura descend,
On lantern waters they ease...

I died,
and yet I was awoken by revolving doors...

Wednesday;
faith slipped...

I awoke,
to the presence...

Sometimes in life you must reach a red light
in order to understand what you truly need...

You spoke of
how the sun would...

I have written about loss like
my body is tomb for cupid arrows...

-Note: This poem is for an in club challenge where...
I observed...

I have found my dreams
-calling for you...

I am
all that I speak of...