All that I wrote
Poems, letters and prose
Came as tiny sparks
Growing, exploding
Despite the rain.
Following trails of instinct
That pull of energy I felt
And to which I bowed
To feed the hunger of
My rising flame.
I danced in ocean waves
Bathed in sunlight, sand in my hands
I cried to stars in the midnight sky
Was scared of tomorrow
And felt sorry for yesterday.
But I stood by my side
Every day.
Today the music lingers
I am still on the shore
Lifting my feet
As the wind is slowly
Pushing the notes away.
I am still on the shore
Looking far, far-away.
The words are here
Scattered around me
Like tiny gems.
Some on paper, some on my hands
Some inside chambers
Traveling through my veins.
The night is getting cold
I may use them as starter
Of a new chapter, for torch
To bring light where it’s dark
And heat against the cold.
April 27 2026
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