Sandra

SANDRA

The sun sets and the constellation falls

The sky turns to the black of night-venus calls

And i'm thinking about the beauty behind her eyeballs

She is as beautiful as freshly-blossomed flower

As exquisite as a princess in a tower

She could make you melt with her gaze-she has the power

So as in bed I lay

Watching as the stars sway

It dawns on me my love for her will not decay

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.