A lovely lady, flowers in hand, Walks towards the Barren Land Digs the earth, so dry and firm Breaks her nail but doesn’t squirm Spoils her dress, no longer white, Keeps the fine, little flowers aside, Wipes the sweat off her face Then goes back to piercing the hard surface. A young boy gazes from […]Read more "The Barren Land"
To all the wonderful dreamers out there, Happy World Poetry Day! I would like to share a poem I wrote not too long ago as a show of celebration for this day. O’ Wanderer Are you tired, O’ Wanderer, Are you weary from your walk? I can help you clean Your broken skin, About […]Read more "World Poetry Day"