“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
The Stranger
Late is the hour, a serene night of reading inside
Jump to my feet, a witness to a movement of surprise
Slowly transcending my room of three candles lit
A fateful glance out my window, didn't well sit
…
Time, Sweet Time
We have time, nothing but time…
Our years are young, nothing but time…
Days we rise, future bright in our eyes…
Breath by deep breath, future bright in our eyes
…
