Monday, February 2, 2015

Come Out || Go To

a piece of paper | a pair of glass
blank to all writers | black and white people pass
Breeze touches our face | earth scorching farms
rain sheds its tears | no fire alarms
soul searching spirit | a multiplication to sway
a dry contact | folded eyelashes 
on a fancy hill | a busket ruins the day
the brick wall is red | layers of fleshes
a spicy will | the peel of an onion
the end is sad | tomorrow cannot be worse, honey.
Spring Flowers - 09


  1. beautiful format.

  2. love the background color here.

  3. the color you choose entertain me.

  4. Happy Day.

    the perfect poet award for week 80, please enjoy and have fun for next poets rally.