In warm white sand lies a feather fan Destiny on golden land A trace of wind A flirty hand She waves it as a second chance She waves it in a blissful dance Colors bright like these Bring a song of love and ease A third eye gaze… She wants to flee To catch a […]Read more "Feather Fan"
Two years ago my father turned 80. Two weeks after, I turned 40. “Do you realize that I’m exactly double your age now?” he said. “This will never happen again as long as we live.” What a thought to twist my head around… When I started school as a 5 year old, my father was […]Read more "My father as a boy"