When the stars appear to lose their shine
do not forget, they are far away into the sky...

Scattered around a field of daisies
a little bird, without a fear...

It was in there, within a ripple,
while I was walking at the shore of my life...

A man once said
the truth is...

I wanna go
where the page is white...

I won’t break.
I’m not a stick...

like birds fluttering their wings
against strong winds...

Time,
has always been keeping me on the clock...

a bird soars
opening its wings...

It’s not you
it’s her hips...

When Love began to ebb back to my arms
the sun had risen warmly in my heart...

Today, I'll write a sonnet. Yes, today.
And so, I'm here with hands on keyboard, and...