Burning wood

Quiet nights And the midnight stray dogs that bark The scent of burning wood Clay pots and runny rice On a stove made of fine earth I’m wearing my favorite cotton dress And peeking out the open window railings While the cool breeze touches my face Unlocking my heart There’s the lingering scent from grandma’s

My favorite place to lie down; behind the bushes

What do you find meaning in?

For the longest time it’s been banana trees, coconut trees, marigolds, lotuses, cotton, sugar canes, Bees Ants Sunshine Warm rain Clay Bamboo Pigeons and sparrows

“Life is but a Dream” – Lewis Carroll

A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear Long has paled that sunny sky; Echoes fade and memories die; Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies

My favorite place

My favorite place, is on the line between your nose and cheekbone