the number of infected people keep on rising
like waves trying to drown us...

the wings of time
just flip and flap...

This winter
the sky is cold white...

that boy you called a twig
was the compass who guided me home...

Title: A Heart that plays with fire
a ribbon laced around a pony tail...

If you say you love me dear
Then I need no diamond ring...

may pillows gather at my feet
and pile their way to my head...

She was herself like some kind of bookshelf
which held hundreds of books that no one read...

She hurried to the kitchen and onto the stove.
Water was boiling, spilling from a small pot...

“To the left. Now to the right. Keep on driving.
Keep on moving. The wheels of time remain intact...

I used to write a poem a day
but who am I kidding...

May the sun! May the moon!
May the stars and the sea...