MY POEMS

The sunlight dapples through a tree. We weather a storm. One finds the sunlight in a bad situation, as one walks towards the brighter...

The Spring comes soon and all life will be around again. January is almost over and so Chinese New Year comes. “O sky above me, you...

The breeze can be high and blustery, as it was today. It is a metaphor for change arriving. What is it that you decided to change this...

As each tree leaf is different to the next, even on the same tree, so is love different for each person. Would a Platonic love look like...