Smelling pages entice me,
When it turns across the face,
Aroused feelings of great awe to expectations,
Of what lays ahead.
It tells of a mythical story,
As I read the synopsis at the back of the book.
Of princesses, of wars, or of mass destruction,
Chaos wreakth chaos. Dysfunctional in system.
Each story creates the vivid blurry images in my head. Continue reading
Twenty-four into six
And the six into one big.
Four little hands to fix
And willing to join and hide; Continue reading
Blossom white flowers thousands ever;;
In the bush bamboo by the ‘Ging’ river;
All white no green;
Every evening. Continue reading
What do you think? Sweet or bitter?
You act as if it was sweet. Everybody thinks its sweet.
Some say “I’ve never seen anything that looks so delicious!”
And didn’t I nod with agreement? Continue reading
Every time he spoke about the future
she always said,
“Yes, if I live that long”
or something along those lines.
He looked at how life was back then.
Late night calls, that went till the sun came up.
Even if there was nothing to talk about,
the least they would do is make up an argument just to talk about something.
Life is a rose.
How long it will last no one knows.
Because death is something God will choose,
it’s something you can not accuse.