How about an omelet for two? Do you like cheese? American or Swiss? Do you have lactose intolerance? I’ll prepare the eggs and check the…
1 CommentHow about an omelet for two? Do you like cheese? American or Swiss? Do you have lactose intolerance? I’ll prepare the eggs and check the…
1 CommentO my Love! rescuing mercy is in your heart. When all alone, lost in the tempest my cries you heard and rescued me. In…
1 CommentBestow it pearltimes does the outstretched musical score of the velvet indigo sky, few stars, a fleeting feeling that somewhere out there, or somewhere nearer…
Leave a CommentYour remnant long for the day of your return to Your Holly Mountain in Zion were You will reign in the New Jerusalem in…
1 CommentShould I cross that border to the land of my birth? A land so foreign to me now That I am amaze with its dollar…
1 CommentWere you not more than a candle in the sun’s eye? Was not the wide tide, the wealth of billowing rainbow rain the face of…
5 CommentsLet the little black dress fall to the ground As we dip into the sea While we’ll ride along the canals The Italian songs echo…
1 CommentPeople come and people go, we say that person is someone I know. But a friend is different, you must understand, for a friend is…
Leave a CommentOnce I read that unhappiness is an illness An illness, if not treated, could cause death I read it in a Chinese poem But it…
Leave a CommentAlong the billowing reeds twilight-touched, the dog leaps, scurries panting after the ball, his two boys scurrying too. He sits on the bench, a jogger…
Leave a CommentSometimes, I wonder Why you love me really? I am not a girl who been in a magazine Or been all over the world I…
Leave a CommentYou’ll wake up each morning, a hundred concerns upon you, relishing what’s been given to you, or rancour-ridden at what’s denied you. The personal story…
Leave a CommentWith the white-water dancing on top Of the rocks, We arrived softly gushing to the edge of our camp And as we rest, watching the…
Leave a CommentBeauty of this or that, of what’s touched, tasted, seen or heard, the beauty of form is still beauty of a minor kind. Beauty of…
Leave a CommentIn the gift shop, a woman recited two small poems To the clerk who stroke up a conversation with her I overheard it with a…
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