Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die.

A writer leads a hyphenated-life with words.

Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars.

When sighs are hypnotized by sorrowHappy moments you need to borrowFrom a little child or from a birdWho has the wild freedom of soul: stirred!

Wounds are inspirations to make us stronger than the sun which blazes the day to be longer.

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear.