The just-woke up look
curious hair poking out
fresh ferns in spring breeze.
Bleary
Artists
We are creative
reality is made up
lies we tell ourselves.
Tree of life
Now stripped to its bones
ages gracefully, phoenix—
stencil for new life.
Healer
A ray of blessings
rain on cold, shrivelled beings,
all we need is sun.
Confidence
Live imperfectly
yet perfectly flaunt yourself,
apple of my eye.
