WELCOME TO OUR GRAND ORCHARD OF POEMS
NESTLED ALONG THE STREAMS OF SHORT STORIES.
STANDING IN THE BRANCHES,
PLUCK THESE FRUITS
FROM THE FLOWERS OF OUR MIND.
ENJOY THIS SWEET TREAT,
THE NECTAR OF LETTERS.
WELCOME TO OUR GRAND ORCHARD OF POEMS
NESTLED ALONG THE STREAMS OF SHORT STORIES.
STANDING IN THE BRANCHES,
PLUCK THESE FRUITS
FROM THE FLOWERS OF OUR MIND.
ENJOY THIS SWEET TREAT,
THE NECTAR OF LETTERS.
I wish you sorrow the way
I wish rain onto farmlands and callouses into fingers,
Or wildfire rushed through a forest to start anew