poetry

My birth marked the beginning of an era My era, recognized by few as such Is regarded neither as phoenix...

A hawk soars silently searching for prey While a vespertine breeze brings the ocean our way Viceroy abound in frivolous...

You are the dawn of all my love The peaceful coo of a morning dove The burst of light into...

Perfection is lonely And has no value If you are the only one In a place that no one knew...

It leaves behind nature’s complexities And slows life to only the essential The air suspending the minimum necessities As if...

A high heavy haze Obscures my gaze What color would the sky be at this time of day? Would it...