Meaning of candle.

This is a poem about heaven.

Someone posted a poem on Domestic Abuse with that title, and it reminded me of my cousins.

Do you believe in love?

Mi-Na longs for her Hwang.

If one visits the countryside in Asia and Europe, one cannot miss out on this blue hued bird sitting on the lamp posts and electric cables on the sides of roads staring at something with meditative perfection. Rollers are cute birds that are insect hunters and are so aesthetically created.

…everchanging hues.

A different look at nature.

Scorn not the color of skin,
dark be the souls that do –
blemished, inconsequential;
for there’s quality in hue…

Celebrating the epistemology of the epidermis.
The complexity of my own complexion.
The sweet sin of my savory skin … outside.
And within.