Stories that started and ended with the haunted willow,
leaves behind the ghost of their magic,
in the raging winds.
Daily Archives: March 21, 2014
Stolen Muse
The sky unfolded,
stealing my muse.
Letters from your eyes
I wait every morning,
for you to wake up,
to get my letter from your eyes.
The North Star
The wings of that star was clipped,
yet it was the first to stand next to the moon,
to guide lost travellers of night,
With its eternal light,
that travelled millions of years,
to reach our eyes,
as we flew to catch our dreams.
Nature’s Soul
“…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?” Vincent van Gogh
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