[tabby title="Poem"] In a winter night I lay on the ground Touched by the cool breeze I watch the moon from the wooden gaps Feeling like the hard floor Is as soft as my mother’s lap In mom's dairy changes...

[tabby title="Poem"] An immigrantChanges soil to soilAttaining rebirth every single timeWhenever someone speaks their languageThey become a dear oneAnd for a short momentThey’re nostalgic for something lostBefore moving on with their new life. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] A short bio of...

[tabby title="Poem"] Sitting by the cool glass of the bus windowWatching unfamiliar blossom treesEndless parade of grey - greenThe vastness of the British landscapeStretched before her abstract painting - beautifulVibrant chaos of Britain's streetsFirst time in years, a strangefullness fills...

[tabby title="Poem"] A new morning,reaching the locationwe felt exhausted,sitting in the park nearby,thinking about the mind.The mind slowly twists and turns,positivity ebbing through,the heart breathes nature,the blossoms and scent offresh trees, wisteria, and much more.It gives even those tired strength,those...

[tabby title="Poem"] We are back at the same timeand same seasonwith wisteria smellWe are looking very beautiful and gorgeousEverywhere we looked very happy and pleasantWe are creating a beautiful atmosphere in the parks, roads and gardens.Kids play and sing with...