Oh, rose, what is your secret that made your petal fall?
Was it some secret thing, or did it happen not at all?
Is it tears that float around you, or is it make believe?
Your petal like a ...... more »
I sing the song of hope
I read the stories that they wrote
how like myself they live alone.
I dream of words, stretching thoughts,
and seeing things, with tender eyes.
Only beauty and song can fill my world,
of poetic paradise.
At times my thoughts deceive me.
Scatter like some frightened birds.
Come and go, as if to tease me.
As I try searching for a word.
I walk the path, that nature casts
A small flower, or a tender blade of grass
All these to me can sing.
We build ...