a tiny little worm
ate green leaves
threading a thin string
so soft but so strong
though it may not be glamorous
its work sure is splendid.
5.2.2024
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
a tiny little worm
ate green leaves
threading a thin string
so soft but so strong
though it may not be glamorous
its work sure is splendid.
5.2.2024
It’s a dance.
Crowded people chats over a cup of tea
Thick rimmed glasses staring at Apple laptops clicking their blinks away with coffee
Dreams, telltales, hopes, and victories flies around in the air, parrying in melody
In this friendly battlefield, a warm smile glanced over, beaming with courage,
An invitation, like a folded silk patiently waiting to be untied, flew in sweet aroma
Tickling it was, yet unnoticed.
Fizzling sunset calmed into a dusk, and then into darkness of silence and timelessness
In this darkness, we’ve met again. Passing by each other again.
Now I hope to see you again. In the eyes, and touch the fire that smelled so pleasant.
7.2.2019