Sunday rainy day,
Welcomes a giant hope
Hidden in a minuscule bud
Of the darling frangipani,
Spring forth to life,
Ready to face the world.
Category: windows
Day 189 in 2017
When asthenia becomes the vigor,
Life gets real,
As the weaknesses reveal the valid anchor
Of human zeal.
Day 175 in 2017
The living flames breathe by the silent window.
As the night gets deeper and darker,
The flames do not fall asleep,
As if the sphere needed to be lit up.
Day 170 in 2017
The morning sun has been generous,
Showering us with its brightest shine.
The morning sun has been gracious,
Spoiling us with its curing warmth.
Day 157 in 2017
Blurry twilight is fogging the mind,
Like a mist in the amplitude of insight.
One sees but is unable to see the light.
One can’t aim for what’s ahead before leaving the bygone state behind.
Day 155 in 2017
A Sunday feast throve among local fusion,
With hearty plates which pleased the hearts,
And a table surrounded by the warmest of hearts,
The day has been flavored in perfection!
Day 135 in 2017
David conquered Goliath through impossibility;
Only to prove that human measure is in vain.
