rapunzel, let down your hair,
so that i may descend thy golden stair.
rapunzel, there is something in the air,
i will be back soon, i swear.
All in Poetry
Growth
yet again
i find myself crumbling
seem so brave
but my heart is storming
To Write is To Love
“You are good! Just relax and write what comes to your mind!” say they. How am I supposed to write from my mind when it is currently calmer than the last hour of the day?
Eternal Souls
Upon one summer’s evening, in a ruin garden
I was writing a poem
Of loneliness
And many other feelings
That rage inside my immortal self
entrée that of a corollary
the meals are always ordinary,
so I guess you could call this tale of mine cautionary.
all because I didn’t bring someone extraordinary;