Legend and myth.

The mystery of Sarah’s door.

This is a poem that combines feeling like an alien and at the same time being who you are.

Haiku saluting Dick Clark.

The legend of Sanzuwu is that of ten sun ravens who took turns flying around the world until one day they all (blinded) flew to the Earth on the same day and set it on fire; eventually nine of the ravens were shot down.

Verse.

Here is the story from Indonesia.

Memories. What the memories made from? Whether it’s like a cup of coffee that is always missed her arrival? Or like a trumpet blaring a bitter and cut in wet nights? Our life is full of memories. The story related with another story. Sometimes strung with perfect beauty that we always want those memories come back. Sometimes too torn here and there, and left the burning of slicing.

The love story which intertwined from a friendship that never in want before. Love grows over time. Love that is formed in a pair of rings named, though ultimately distances become the barrier.

The narcis flower is white. This last color is the one for purity. You wear white, when you are fit or slim.