Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
drowned in spark, oblivious of silence; trapped in smolder of mindless fire sky rains diamonds
which fleetingly show their face and fly away to another planet