Years later after writing thoughts on scrap pieces of newspaper
I would never know that it would be like this.
A light breeze on that summer day.
and a smiles emerges…
“What to do next?”
Zephyr you are always there to sooth my soul
even if I thought I didn’t need you
He was behind every cloud on the rainy days
To bring life back to its distinction of free will.
(This is a poem I wrote in 2006)