Poetry

Sunflower

She was like a sunflower,In a garden full of roses.Yet she professed a delightful power,Among that beauty, fragrance and poses. She sought her life from the sun too bright,The fear of blazing, yet finessing her fright.And when clouds struck by,She found her silvers through the black;Passing through the storms,Satiating her lack. She stood tall, Even… Continue reading Sunflower

Poetry

Every night I sit down…

Every night I sit down, To write about you. As the moon shines, the stars glitter and the sky with its scars watch me; As if, an artist was about to paint a masterpiece. I sit down, and think. But I fail to write. Not because I don't have the words, But because it wouldn't… Continue reading Every night I sit down…