Me and you
we equal two...

She sat in front of the mirror
and started to braid her hair...

Dedicated to Uncle Steve Kepros of Iowa, USA
I wish I had Gibran's hand...

I had a dream, on a lovely summer night
A prince there stood; beckoned me for a flight...

I know the sleepless nights are past and so are...
Now you talk to me like you can earn your own...

Little worm appears
After much scratching, gets lost...

I walk alone
this lonely path...

I know your own doubts have misled you
To think that you are a nobody...

And so, today we ended up
Splitting the rainbow in half...

Of the many wars I face
The hardest of them all...

I can't believe it's been years
Since we have been close friends...

Kings rode their chariots-
I don't have one...