love is no soft option
- second choice

love is a fire
- a furnace.

We sleep walking ..
Road to the hell..
We sleep loving..
Road to the happiness..
We dream..
For next summer..
For blue sky..
For sun..
For Yellow..
Life is just dream.
Short..
Soft..
Bright ..
Just a moment of love..
Just a second of kiss..
Just a fracture of dream..
Life..
Just one..

Each of you are an inspiration, You all touch my heart.

I am so Blessed by your Great and beautiful writings.

For your words soothe, inspires, touch, and heal me too.

Some of your poems bring healing through your hurt too.

Some of your poems might seem dark but God is using them.

To heal many and like I said before to heal many as well.

So do not feel sad but rather know that you are Blessed ones.

For you all have special jobs , so rejoice with the Lord here.

Know that each of you are very special , I am thankful for you.

A morning orchard walk,
myself, two dogs and
two following barn cats.
Repeated often, a shared
companionable reverie
of mutual tranquility.
An odd family of sorts,
devotion comes is many forms.