A world black and white Grays of every depth and shade Our God could have made Instead He painted rainbows To brighten our tomorrows

Each time I see her I’m convinced more and more That heaven got it wrong For I adore her Forever she’s my Lenore

A frigid morning, in a deserted bu… Shiv’ring, anxiously waiting for a… I’m all bundled up but still ice-c… Bitter cold I could feel my cheek… The bus real late, my poor teeth b…

There’s a billion and a half reaso… I stand in line, hoping for a wind… So that I’ll relish the rest of m… Aaaah! The magical power of the b… F Aparici 01/13/2016

Once there lived an old hypochondr… Who thought he was having a heart… Just a heartburn it was A copious amount of gas His wife forbade him a late-night…

A nip in the air Her shoulders bare Wind blew her hair Giving her a scare Alas! Winter’s near

To help the butterfly take flight Would crush its wings before they’… The bud must bloom in its own song Its tender petals drawn to light The mind must wake in its own time

I look at the green leaves filled… For when they die they turn to red… And fill our world with marvelous… Brightening forests before winter… Autumn leaves in psychedelic frenz…

His early morning cardios end At the same time he rounds the ben… Always at dawn’s earliest light In time to catch an awesome sight Gradually, the rising sun peeks

A faint scent of jasmine Stirred up an emotion Long, long dormant She wore it often Her magic potion

center For all the mornings I open my ey… And see the glorious golden sunris… I’m thankful! For the mornings I wake up next t…

Into a poem he poured his lovesick… That’s been jolted and pierced by… Lovely girl he adores, wants to im… But sadly he has found little succ… He has searched the internet left…

A thousand poems he’s written Just to pledge his love undying Sadly, she’s still distant and unc… And his verses are unread and forg… First time he saw her, he’s been b…

I locked the past in a little box Hidden in a corner of my mind Around it, a yellow ribbon That someone left behind... Sometimes, I go and open it

for fourteen long days in triple digits afternoon rainstorms the only respite the heat wave will be