A swarm of beautiful monarch butterflies seen one afternoon, and my impression of them. A poem.

You cannot just switch off your feelings.

Haiku.

Ma Shwe was surprised when she was called into the office of the Assistant Commandant and notified that a certain colonel by the name of Toshiba wanted to meet with her.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne.

Some people we meet, leaves.Some are for keeps.

It’s snowing outside so I decided to write a poem about it!

Love holds me captive.

His touch lingers…

Poem.