May you be

May you be the yellow leaf on the ground fallen under the intensity of its long existence Rather than the green leaf strogly attached to the tree abruptly ripped by the storm. © Brooxy Moon

Through the lens

The things we say are the reflection of our own perspective. It happens the same with the stories we tell. When we write, we are simply inviting people to look at the world through our lens. At the end of the day we all see things in different ways, but by listening and reading we …

Darkness

I fall into deep dark I gasp for freedom * Far looks the light But I climb Walls made of slippery charcoal * My muscles hurt I feel the pain in my hands And yet I climb Walls made of slippery charcoal * Closer is now the light Heavy is though my head I may …

Stranger I Used To Know

Hold my hand Hold it tight Stranger I used to know * Hold my hand Forgive my eyes Full of confusion And surprise * No memories I have left And yet I feel the love In your hand That holds mine * So, do not let go Stranger I used to know You Forgotten love …

Life

At the end of the day We're all filling blank pages. We're all writing our own book. © Brooxy Moon

Unexpected

All of a sudden The sun And everything was alive Again © Brooxy Moon