Poems from Aspiring Scholar
Humid stormy days,
The awe of thunder,
The exhilaration of lightning.
The abundant wind that,
With closed eyes,
Whisks away thought and...
One morning, when gazing upon my many-colored gems,
In the light of the freshly-risen sun,
I saw the flash, the glow of that beloved...
The tiny scorpion crawls along,
Navigating the rocks
Of a cavern, dark and long.
On and on it crawls.
A solitary, black figure,
It trudges...