Our life

Ants

Ants wandering

Their wanderings,
across the landscape of my table,
remind me
of fragments of my mind...

Mist

Mist

I want to descend
upon you,
like mist;
On your mountain peaks,
your hills and valleys,
Your plains, your gullies.....

Solace

Solace

Yet, as I watch,

your frolicking smile,

an epiphany strikes my soul.

I know not, when the wise said,

"Another will make you whole."

Sorrow

Sorrow

Sorrow is resignation;
It is acceptance.

Sorrow is nightfall;
Quiet and serene.

 

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