Poems

Escape

Oh, to be a bird and fly away, fly as far as I can until my feathers start to fall. Oh, what a cruel world we live in, but not the sky, the sky is my escape; the moon is my listener oh, the prayers She has heard, oh, to be a bird and fly …

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Poems

In every lifetime

Even in her deathbed She promised him— -“I’ll find you again, my love. In every lifetime I will be searching for your eyes.” -as she was holding into his hand, and as death was holding the other.

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