- White seashells
- The taste of a good friend
- Nude
- Violets
- I miss you
- Jasmine
- The plum tree and the boy
- Awkward
- Jasmine
- Genuine
- Love
- To stare
- Night
- You
- You
- Poem
- Glitch
- Encryption of light
In the center of the city,
There was a plum tree
Whose flowers were in bloom;
White and rose
They attracted the attention
Of whoever walked by;
In the morning a girl,
That was walking by the tree,
Took her camera and began to make photos;
Later on a mother with her child,
Was passing by
And her child was pointing at the tree;
The mother took the child in her arms
And he began taking
Some flowers from the plum tree;
Any passerby that passed by.
The plum tree turned their heads
And looked
At its white and rose flowers;
In the middle of the day,
A young couple stopped
And sat by the plum tree;
The boy took some little flowers
From the tree,
With care not to harm the tree.
And gave the flowers to the girl,
Who was sitting,
Admiring the beauty of the plum tree;
Time after time
Would be heard voices,
Of the people who seeing.
The plum tree would say to each other:
»Look this plum tree is in bloom now!»
«Look isn’t it beautiful!?»
Your poems are so joyous and hopeful, tinged with innocence. I really admire that about your writing.
Thank you dear. Love and hugs.