Forward and back.
So many feelings.
So many memories.
In her breath,
a springtime moon.
In her tears,
cherry blossoms fell.
But on a journey ill,
she passed.
As all things do.
I remember you
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 