Fresh lilies cut
On a summer afternoon
Whiteness and purity,
Angelic, dust
...
Poems come
And Poems, go
But for me
They're, All
...
My palpitating gratitude,
Is Always alive for you,
As if it were a living heart
So grateful,
...
Very often,
I feel very sad
Seeing,
Such injustice
...
Blue is flight
Color of dreams,
And light,
As sunset rose
...
What am I to write about,
Today?
The feeling of Nothing,
With nothing to say?
...
Does the good spirit
Live on
In the kind things
We do?
...
Oh Poetry
Redemption, Consolation
Of so many disappointments,
Fled, from broken Hearts,
...
Burning up Bridges,
Even before
They are built!
We are in a period
...