we slipped past the street vendorsFarooq and I, afloat a dusty gustpast the suspiciously shady alleywaydodging the smell of urine… Read more The Buffoon

we slipped past the street vendorsFarooq and I, afloat a dusty gustpast the suspiciously shady alleywaydodging the smell of urine… Read more The Buffoon
Dear friend of my heart, do you still love poetry as you once did? the musty smell of old books… Read more Poetry Yearning Forest
Dear friend of my heart, as seasons pass me by I come to understand how poems which are so deeply… Read more sometimes, a soft brush of longing
Dear friend of my heart, You were the dusk when I first saw you; a stranger obscured by my unwillingness… Read more The Mystery
She rests her face on the moist earth and closes her big bright eyes. she lets out the most musical… Read more Yesterlove
dear friend of my heart, I woke up from a strange dream earlier tonight. You were in the dream. Not… Read more About Seeing
Dear friend of my heart, Have you ever felt like you had been away for years, but now you are… Read more Wind, Night, and a Beautiful Stranger
Dear friend of my heart, This evening was something else. In the company of my dear friend, the robin, the… Read more Of Robin, Night, Music, and Bees
Dear Friend of my Heart, as my chest rises and falls in the company of the forest song, I am… Read more love and freedom: a dancer of silent tunes
Dear Friend of my Heart, As you wander these unpaved paths, soaked to the bones in the ethereal rain of… Read more The Gravity of a Dream
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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