Sandcastles

Glinting a shade of amber,On the boundary of gold,Eyes fixate at summer rays,The last ones bright and bold. Feet dig deep in golden ground,Hands carve onto sand,The wind whistles in ears both,And drops dead to the land. The summer sun will always set,The wind will always die,Does not mean winter will not,For it always passes…

Blooming in adversity

Thorny bushes and rocks allowed destiny to bloom flamboyantly contrasting against torments of gloom. Dainty and small against the unyielding land better in a bouquet in a newly wed hand. But fate writes differently for all those who stay eventually life’s purpose is found out one day. The flower on the wrong stage thus wasn’t…