Babies are god's miraculous gift
sent to us with many blessings...

Slowly letting go of the pain
washing past's stain...

How was it...
Across the vast seas...

We are not beings of fairy tales
rather we are as plain as nails...

Emptiness is rising,
fresh scent of loneliness...

Florets of wishes you sprinkle
Forgetting not a word...

A sanctuary of silence
where beauty breathes among trees...

Sky
blows...

Under a blanket of words lies a forgotten story
Never able to show its face upon a ruled page...

Tonight
as the world rests...

When wrongs of the past
raid my silent mind...

Pretty night she strolls the lonely sky
cuddling stars her perpetual shiny friends...