heart torn in secret sufferings, lips strongly formed. sighing… crying… escaping…. unhappy poet, hiding (Lino Robles’ reply to the unhappy poet hiding…) yet each darkened night in hours becomes light is what I see in her eyes as I see my future in het skyline lesson learned redemption is mine when the tears dry fromContinue reading “Hidden”
empty plate; empty table. empty heart; empty soul… I am without you.
p.s. I maybe just dumb to believe that there’s hope for humanity….there’s hope for the less privileged…I may be deaf to hear what they say that nothing can be done to the cry of the poor..the agony of the less fortunate.. I just hope one day the world will be a better equal place forContinue reading “Hope”
The rain danced merrily along with the sun beautifully performed in a piano sonata upon that day, a Monday our roads foretold a melody in early summer in late December. You walked past me slightly along my left slowly I struggled to escape your brown eyes so elegant, so deep… so unfathomable… yet you caughtContinue reading “Mondays of Longing”