Thursday, March 1, 2012


I move into the mystic forest
that pulls me often
towards it..
A forest of bougainvillea
where every season is spring..

Therein my heart forms
a song bird
singing an alluring song of
delicate memories
intermingled with smiles, tears and life...

1 comment:

  1. How sweet and touching.You make words play with great charm in expressing yourself