Within this body
lies an essence
that resonates:
an essence of new born
in the spring,
ever scenting pleasant,
sighting nature
through an infant’s eyes,
fading worries
in the chill wind,
floating fearless
like an untied kite.
I resonate with this essence,
when being alone,
weighing like a first raindrop,
until autumn loneliness
and winter mist
shape the memories of
embarrassments buried
deep inside into
pondering weaknesses.
But I never stop to
weave my verses
to kindle
my inner voice.
