Poems

If you could,
By some miracle,
Create a seed
Would you,
Like man,
Dig a hole
And plant it
In the particular place
That you have determined
There will be,
Appropriate sun,
moisture,
and nutrients
Which you will be able to
Manage
As it sprouts,
grows
and finally
Achieves,
exceeds,
or doesn’t meet
Your expectations,
hopes,
and dreams
Or would you,
Like God,
Blow it from
Your hand
And let it ride the wind
Until it lands where it lands
And becomes
What it becomes?

The world’s a stage

The angel of life

Poetland

Sometimes I wish

What If…

I cannot remember

If I could greet

Do my eyes





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