Morning rain..

raindrops fall
on my window sill;
since morning,
my heartbeats sing;
the dark clouds,
no longer reflect me;
I break free,
with a ray of light.

– a small stone written for the Mindful Writing Day.

(’12, Nov 01)

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.

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