Light comes from the sun,
Wind's home no one knows for sure.
Human mind weaves tales.
...
Church bell rings, mourning,
someone surrendered his breath.
Sun moves on wind blows.
...
I have been searching
for my misplaced true love for ages
at last, I have found it
within my heart!
...
Learn to cull happy memories
from a bitter- sad day,
we forget often
we are what we gather.
...
I was careless for long
I let others break my heart.
Do you think
I am careful now.
...
Writer, poet and journalist)
Rain
I love to walk
with the rain
not walk in the rain.
I love rain
tapping on my
open umbrella in its Morse code.
I love the song
rain sing at night
when I sleep near the window.