think of my hand as your blanket
the essence that is
this never idle soul
a swarm of bees
needing to be touched
and reaching out to the need
that dwells there
touching a world that would otherwise
shrivel up from
its own cold
if it were not for the hope
that endlessly whispers in the hearts and ears
of all men's fears and deepest unspoken longings
that for which is
SIMPLE PEACE
Nov.26,2002(115am)
Simple peace … I know. Happiness is in simplicity. Simplicity leads to understanding. Beauty is also so simple. But life, regrettably, is complex. Alas.
Fortunately, there are beautiful poetesses such as you who make reality bearable.
Accept my admiration beautiful mind… expressive brain. I love they way you sing poetess. Keep on singing. Your songs are like the breeze that refreshes the souls after a hard day work.