Day 226 in 2017

The mist awakens the dawn timidly.
It tickles the sleeping green with its white shadow,
Like a silk blanket covering the bed fervently,
Being hesitant to uncover the morning marrow.


Day 210 in 2017

Where are you heading to?

The sign doesn’t point to the wind,

For the wind only takes you adrift.

Your journey has an itinerary,

Taking you from one phase to another all the way to where you are heading to.

In the end you’ll find what you win,

As the odyssey is worth the gift,

And you won’t find flattery.