Picking up a blossomed rose
inspires to express myself in prose
Warm, vivid wind streaking my cheek
makes me shiver and want to speak

In celebrating the colour of life
from my soul to this paper
brings fulfilment, only gratifies
uplifts a part of me forever

Look well, therefore, to this day
I will live fully, blossoming
‘cause I hear life speaking
a dialogue full of imagery

It emerges from my dreams
reverently connecting a universe
of words, sentences, verses
so everyday knowledge will gleam

Those thoughts still entwined,
those trivial words in my mind
will pierce their way to the surface
gathering themselves in an embrace

I will spread them against adversity
being a writer for eternity
‘cause I possess a writer’s soul
and my nature is just beginning
to explode in letting myself be told

Veroflame, Dec. 26, 2003