I remove my washable
face-mask and guiltily gulp...
You hug the earth
tightly with your...
where the sun begins,
and you end...
a little past 3:00 am
when ghosts start...
Underneath a fallen star
dream catcher memories...
Only when trees shed
and winds shake...
Eventually, I will
depart from this land...
Poems bloom with warm sunrise,
nectar of words sweeten morning coffees...
I used to want to
follow in your footsteps...
Sitting opposite to a blue wooden window,
far enough so that breeze won't sneak on me...
Every morning, I take a shower at
11 AM, and every morning, it's there...
colliding ideologies
contradict the two of us...