you don’t have time

it’s disquieting

when you waste your life

thinking you have time

pink moon

alone on the terrace

gazing at the pink moon

thoughts of you abound

bygone love

broken glass

pieces pierce me

like our bygone love

minimalism

ah minimalism!

less needed,less required

still,life is beautiful

I am a woman

I bear the fruit

But

I am also the tree

That gives the shade

I am

A woman

urban jungle

the country girl

pining for a spot of sunlight

in the urban jungle

unseen…unfelt

the moon is the same

so are the skies

and the sun

but

you are gone

or

are you still there

unseen… unfelt