Eight legs

Four, three Globes together.

Bright and cloudy.

Cars driving.

Why is it shaped like a Globe?

I am scared

Air,

Red berries,

Ant.

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.