As we are facing the forth semester of the year
I am slowly wrapping up my last nine months...
You will receive a body
With entire kit...
Emanated on earth by hook or by crook
we live and breathe the gift of life...
If you could take an eraser
To the bits of life that sucked...
Eyes peer with guilt; beneath a tulle-net veil
her peevishness; steeped in silken black...
Though we know sight is right
A yearning resides...
I walk along a path; alone
with only my shadow...
Water..
flows, freely from mountain springs...
Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...
Is this all that we have?
You teach your boy to walk...
they put the oil
on the baby...
We live once
So forget about the pains...