[tabby title="Poet Bio"] If you didn’t know that the ocean will return to the shore and erase your footsteps,would it have been fun to walk on the beach?That the sand of your footsteps is the ephemeral lips of kisses that...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The world is a mirror.Everywhere I look,I see myself in them.I see them protestFor a better wage.I see them struggleTo make a living. I see myself in themWhen they protestFor clean drinking water. I see myself in...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] They join together whilst the symphony plays their favorite tune.Two hearts conjoined, they have nothing to lose.She ran far away, down old blue town road, where her screams could be heard and her blood began to show.The...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I want to be on a windless beachWith a sister on each sideWe can bury our toes in the sandTake turns holding handsLose ourselves in the horizonFind ourselves in the wavesI want to be anywhereWhere you are...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I.Her favourite colour is purple, like the mulberries on the table.She’s full of laughter, and she plays with the apple on the table.She’s young and old: She lives on the hill near the countryside –where all she...