Chant of Blossoms

Specks of dust drift awayFragments of the past scatter in the airWeariness crawls silently at the road’s endWild flowers are … More

Unsent Signal in the Age of Noise

I composed younot as a letter,but as a frequency no one tunes into anymoreIn a world where every whispermust become … More

So we live under the same sun where perennial plants grow far from the river’s flow But light or air … More