Be to me what a soft wind breeze is to a face in heat… Kindness is rain for a heart in pain kooy Come in peace let this jeel put your mind at ease, it’s my tradition to serve from my finest set, what do like? Carmedom cinnamon and cloves in cupa? or milk in …
Category Archives: Soft and mellow
Guard what’s left
One day, when I’m older and wiser, perhaps then will I… But until then, I will live everyday joyfully as the morning comes to kiss my forehead. I. . . I will laugh until my tummy aches, I will cry should tears ever find their way out again… Until then, my arms crossed close to …
You are beautiful
It’s true! I said nothing below the moon is more beautiful than you. It is true. Words formed by eyes that hear, ears that see, a mind with a heart and a heart with arms. A nose with a memory. Perhaps I’m weirdly wired being, but not a puzzle to be fixed. yes, believe me …
A healed kind of love
All emotions outpoured are of a healed kind of love. A hug to tell you how much I adore you, a look to say, nothing below the moon is more beautiful than you. Is there a dream you have? Have faith you’ve got a cheerleader by your side. And should you desire more in life, …
Natural reasons
You can’t advise the clouds not to rain, the sun not to shine and a heart not to love.
You are beautiful 🌻
How come? How come you never heard how beautiful you are? Like seeing eyes can’t deny the pink in a flamingo unless those seeing eyes are colorblind, they would see how beautiful you are. Or perhaps they saw, but for reasons only known to them, they didn’t tell you how beautiful you are. Like one …
Knowing or wondering?
Into the ocean, she jumped without a lifejacket over her head wrapped in dreams of what could have been, she jumped deep into the sea… Into the sea, she jumped… To see if it was a shooting star she had seen or a spark? Turns out it was just burned out trees, autumn leaves, and …
The city welcomes you
You in the city? Now that has a nice touch to the wind. Hear it calling your name ~ welcome, welcome home it says.
Words by arthritic hand
You know, I wrote many letters, handwritten with my arthritic left hand, taking breaks massaging my aching joints I proceed writing to you the most beautiful poems…
