Monthly Archives: December 2023

On cloudy days,
I often play,
An old childhood game. …

Art is often created,
In neighborhood corners,
Neglected or concealed. …

Traveling on highways,
Is often direct and fast.
But I prefer side roads,
For they offer adventures,
And a slower pace of life. …

Some trees bear fruit,
As winter arrives.
Perhaps I too, …

Some days,
We simply cannot find,
The will to say no. …

As days pass,
And leaves fall,
A once surrounded, …

Leaning sideways,
Feeling flat,
In need of rest, …

Another chapter ends,
With deep memories,
Keeping me warm, …

Maybe tomorrow,
I’ll tie a bow around me,
Then wait and see, …

Reality is often camouflaged,
Yet in the open,
To easily be seen. …

Perhaps my feelings,
Like shadows,
Are extending in time. …

Freshness is temporary.
At times imaginary.
For time fades, …

As much as I love life,
A part of me is glad,
When the days pass. …

Looking back,
Into mirrors past,
Is harder than it seems. …

When loneliness surrounds,
Or patience runs aground,
Surprises tend to bloom, …

Some things,
Simply must be big,
So as to invite, …