That silent screaming

That silent screaming we never hear in our daily lives,but always find around the corner —in the alleyway eyes,in the hunched shoulders on the subway,in the broken voices wrapped in politeness. It is the anthem of the ignored,the rhythm of the invisible.Not loud, but loud enoughif you ever dared to stopand listen. It belongs to the …

Time flew

Time flew Without knowing you Maybe we could catch up soon Having some brew Show you what I drew See the sky which is blue Share our story how we got flu Or talk about the mountains in lieu