Category: My Prose

The Storm Rages

PART I Nothing is the same as it was It’s like a bad car accident After which, can you walk Can you even dream to run Your mind blows How do you understand  The drama plays out No one can direct this play It comes when it will It won’t go when you want Everybody thinks Some thoughts stay And some thoughts go  Collective … Read More The Storm Rages

Waiting to be born

Sleeping on the edge of the world There is no time here Floating in a trance She is wrapped in a cocoon When she awakes she will evolve But now, in this slumber She is waiting to be born There are watchman over her soul Creatures of the other world Sent to watch over her Singing songs of inspiration “She will fly, by and … Read More Waiting to be born

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