Poems
Misty morning whispers in her ears..
A walk in the misty morning during Sunrise can make you wonder, make you introspect, make you marvel, make you emote.
How can the doors of my eyes get shut for sleep?
Some say ‘dreams are not what you see when you are asleep, but dreams are the ones that do not let you sleep’. There is simply so much to experience, so much to acknowledge, so much to experience, so much to feel. Pure abundance.
O little one
Don’t we all have a little bird inside us? Longing to fly away, longing to soar high, longing to touch that rainbow, longing to dance, to dream?