fields kissed by dewdrops –
still lush greenery reflect
like shapeless mirrors
For the April Heights and for OSI.
(April 22nd, 2012)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.