I can't comment
   I know so very little
  my silence I'll keep
  I'll pass over to other people

let them debate, argue
dispute or mock--it will not stop:
each will clamour to be right
words will drop and drop!

flower of passion
petals like moist lips in rain
spring bids good morning.

There she was.
In hiding.
Too hurt to face others.
Shattered.
The world around her fell apart.
Darkness.
God where are you?

She felt something inside.
Besides all this ugliness something else was happening.
She felt the need to live, to survive.
The light was within.
A melody in her head.
A song in her heart.
Seeping through the cracks of sorrows.
Reaching her core.

She was praying.
God, give me strength to love and trust again.
This world seems so unfair.
But am I not born for a reason?
A warm glow from within gave her light to see.
She saw handles to hold on to.
To find her way out.
And she bloomed.
Like a violet in the dark growing to the light.


People are like flowers
All in need of light and water
To bloom.



Shell✨🐚

Sorry, but you have to stay.
I don’t let you go. You hear?
We both have some things to do.
I won’t get through them alone. I fear.

Maybe you like quite another.
A cushy life without any jerks.
But tell me, please, at least for the last time,
What should I do with my love in fact?

My love is mite, but it’s so forceful!
Touch it slightly, it’ll burn you at once.
Leave it answerless, it will be prickly,
Tameless and cruel. It’ll die to us.

My love isn’t pampered, but it’s with pretense
For languishing gaze and beautiful phrase.
You tamed it firmly, you made it subject.
You didn’t wean it. Just put it in maze.

Sorry, but you have to stay.
I’m still in love with you as yet.
I’ll cope with my life on my own totally.
But the fate of my love without you will be sad.

Walking is the best excercise especially when it clears your head, heart, and mind
One can focus and reflect quietly
Being caring,honest,kind,and sweet are assests
Given the current world,
One can be abused and used easily
Even by those they love
Being taken advantage of is hard to swallow and accept
Still recovering from that
So Nature and her children have befriended me
Walking write

Today I looked at my belly, and said

I hate you.

Tomorrow, just a little less.

A misty morning,
Beckons the sun.

Wavy rain clouds,
Up in the sky.

Another watercolor sunrise,
Drifting in your eyes.