In these times,
a time of nightmares.
And bodies lashed
on all sides.
There is a exception.
A place blue and fair,
of sunflowers and irises,
ever truer than real.
And some will go,
in song and love.
Just like me…..
A bitter gourd
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 