glancing from still water
kissing trees’ rough bark
nestling in earth’s mossy embrace
In sad silence
I see her walking through the market,
Her yellowed skin stretched tight.
Straggling nicotine-stained hair
Infested by Death.
[NOTE: I want this to be mine, but truthfully, I'm not certain]
sweet night breeze
petals fold in on themselves -
twilight dims the rose
and still this [...]
... there's a real beauty in sharing in the spontaneous play of children; and art can really bring out the best in them.
There's a wonderful song that touches [...]
I first saw you
In a station far far away
Through a train window.
An old man waiting for the lift
Comforts his wife.
Bent double now