Like a nightingale resounds the graceful sing-song of the mountain stream Do not doubt about the anchorage of spring the flood brings flowers Climbing the mountain dazzling beauty
LIKE YOU Like you, I Iove life, the sweet enchantment of things, the heavenly landscape of January days. My blood too boils and I laugh through eyes that
IN WINTER In winter, the murderous death enters homes; it seeks the sister, the father, plays violin for them. But when the earth moves under the spade of
Love poem The rose is pruned the autumn fruit stored passion furrowed the underbrush winters turned cold and without burning sadness becomes fiercer than blood but sometimes drunk
EVENING SOCIETY This evening you appeared so precious and vulnerable amongst all those well off people, celebrating a luxurious life. You were so tiny, so frightfully finite, while
Never Alone Always this caressing Wind this Earth whispering to our feet this boundless desire of being grass tree heart *** Earth Poems and butterflies fly with wings
