By: Imrogue Up amidst the blackened sky... glowing with spectacular sight– Lanterns of different colors: red, white, green, yellow, blue,

I have a secret to tell you. a stranger appears in my bedroom mirror every waking moment. He looks at me intently...

Up on the Aratiles tree, the little girl shouted to thee. “Red berries are now ready, get the basket, come and see!” Under the Aratiles tree,

The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—

Patiently awaits The upward dancing motion Uniting us one To dance around for a while Imbed in crevice later

Tonight, through my window, a glimpse of your silvery light dawned upon the grassy fill of this earth. Your quaintness

The storm of the night abated to t… Silver lining of clouds highlighte… deep dark canvas above... soon to bare clear starry sky with twinkling stars

Treacherous storms, unabated perils, unguarded from thunder... then, lightning struck! From the nest that never swayed

In the darkness she lets out roars as she succumbs to her weakness Her savage thoughts

With your mystical gaze Love hovered so divine. In your amber-brown eyes, The warmth... I felt as you gazed upon mine.

Words radiated with intensity, With great ardor for poetry... Faced with sorrow and agony, He poured his soul incessantly. He spoke about his troubled heart;

Thoughts... deep in the abyss— mumbled to self as she listened; unknown to none but herself. The songs they sung played in the background—

What does inspire you? Is it the thought of someone who suffers from illness, from grief of misfortune, a lost love, a spell?

Abominable as it had been Accountable to the nature’s befalling tragedy... All lost and gained... love, joy and peace.

The “Weeping Willow” tree— in Spring, I’d like to see! Its name may sound so sad, Somehow, it makes me glad! Swaying gracefully on its frame