Those Loving Steps
He took a step in, then I took a step back out The wave of sins flooded the world, but what of me? I said I shall fight until death, but he said no to that We sought out for an escape, and we found it I took a step in, then he took a step back...
The Tree
I wrote this poem some years ago when I always visited this only tree out in the middle of a corn field. The farmer didn't chop it down in any manner, even though it was already dead. I always sat under it when the crops were gone, near my birthday. I...