A loss of love and kisses,
by drought and winter winds.
Spring, like a brook in the heart.
Running, running away.
A rainbow shell,
missing the sound
of waves, and rain.
How many days
like this – indeed.
Till the rain comes back
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 