I curse the day As does a vulture - its living prey I cursed that day, I met you I rue the day, I drew breath, And you kissed me. Almost; resuscitating, me Back from a living - death.
What size his tiny heart? Look at this gallant ant Could it be outsmart What a mind savant. What strength it has Carrying 50x its own weight Using pheromones’ To communicate!
A crack of light Like a silver birch In the night Holds its spell over me It’s like looking into a well Knowing – tranquillity exists In completeness, No matter how dark – this…
