how fragile feelings are to begin with
do not march blindly onto another’s battlefield
so many memories flash before my eyes
there are poems in the leaves
that can only be recited
while treetops are dancing
keep it clean, for its what you are
and not how you seem to others, that matters
sailing on the lake of movement
send me your poems in the arms of the tides
swim towards me and we'll try to redefine,
love, kindness and beauty, one day at a time