Life in plastic folds,
Dreams wrapped tight in fleeting hope,
Trash cradles the soul.

Silent ruins stand,
Ghosts of a lost world whisper,
Dust cloaks barren dreams.

person's truth
present not
in rejoicing but
in repenting.

a
little
dot
going
round
and
around
to
send
you
CRAZY

Time
           steals
                     moments,
                     lost
              in
     air,
Memories
               fade,
                 beyond
repair.

at the cemetery
placing flowers on mum's grave
feeling nostalgic.
31/7/2024

tiny shooting stars
brightest lights of the Universe
forever loved