And I want to heal the world by my words.
Natural Beauty This is the nation of peas with oceans, rivers, ponds and seas The beautiful vegetable farms people helping arms in arms hand in hands the beach with water and sand the bright sun children playing and running the bright, colourful rainbow, birds sing sweet trees green the beautiful thing you have ever seen!
I became a poet long before I learnt how to walk. My mother, a poet, made me a poet in her womb!
The Throes of Poetry - Hymns formed from groans of acquaintance, its rhythm weaving between tranquility, compassions, and peril - like bare feet stomping on broken glass - bleeds, recoils, then steps again.