Imperfect Love
Love is not always perfect, it may not be a fairytale, nor a storybook to collect. Love is…
You
You are the poetry I want to write. You are that lush bough I want to alight. You…
The Moon
The Moon is melting down, giving the stars her crown. The blanket of sleepy sky, is receiving heaven’s…
Nature’s Whisper
Again the white whisper flew down the mountains, tiptoed across the riverbanks, removing the clouds’ curtains. “Look at…