Poems from Moonfaced Child
Ever since I was a child in primary school, young and green in the springtime of life, art has been a central part of my identity. Not just...
Falling from heights unseen
Pink blossoms sink onto the forest ground
The foundation: a web of tangled roots,
Adorned with flowers
A robed...
Three travelers come across a forest,
And pause to gaze--
Trees tall and hoar with age, in hushed air,
Whose mossy trunks
Are strikingly...