Poetry

Even the tinniest pebble can cause it, provided it is thrown

Trees get new leaves, dogs get new fur, we get new clothes, but the core endures….

Brick by brick I created the castle cemented with my faith

Provided the shield from sun and rain I smiled even in pain….

Not that I have just begun and not that my steps are weak,

I’ve been clumsy; however, I try each time neither to surrender nor to be meek.

Weariness is all around, there is a thought to which I am bound.

A smile that is not constant, a dream that is too distant.

Remains distinct and enjoys its own solitude,

Add it to water or milk, it will maintain its attitude.

A densely populated hill is trapped by the fluffy army on all four sides.

Green stairs are making a way to the colorful huts.

I’m trying to paint the picture perfect.

Yes, I have the colors, the easel, and the paper.