The sun kissed you before I could stole your lips from the trails they were meant to blaze on my skin to follow the freckled pathways only y...

outside my window the bamboo grows high and green reaching for the bits of sun between our buildings snatching just enough to thrive

Unrooted flowers droop their sad heads when there is no sun to smile toward --- April PAD Day 17 - haiku

What if we kept smiling until the sun went down? And what if we slept smiling until the sun came up? Those are the ups and downs, m...