Almighty “I”
Unable to sleep, Ipray all nightfor the day to dawn. And when it does, Ifeel so proud,for having made it happen!
USP
Maybe not a bed of roses,surely more than blade of grass!Longing for special-special to someone,special in something,special a purpose…In foaming to graspillusive that spot,phases of moonpass me by,birdsong fades innoise of waves…Magic is lost, ofcommon a life-unsung asthat twig unseen,in breaking of whichflowers fall…