The sacred ground of which trees grow. In the middle of the city Your roots grow You stand tall and stable. There is a story, a life behind each tree. I do not know it but I can sense it. I feel it before i touch it. Like the blood which Flows in my veins … Continue reading The Sacred Tree
The winter hasNever beenThis harshIn a long time.You step outIn awe byThe whitenessThat surrounds you.You're walkingOn white carpetPurity at its finest. The silver windStrikes youLeaving you stiff.You've somehowBecome a partial statue
WINTER is the onewinter is the friendthat tends to annoy youand gets on your nervebut you love them, and they love you.The hug of the cold windas it washes over you makes your body shiveryour teeth chitter uncontrollably. I Love winter because I was bornInto its arms.It comes and goes but never failsTo impact my life.The consistency may … Continue reading Winter-poem
