This is the first post in a series. It will share with you little poems, phrases and thoughts that have come to my mind in recent weeks, but gradually, so that the collection of "beauty" won't become a gaudy un-appreciate-able mess.
Break me from my concrete shell
Let my mush fall to the ground
Raise me up and form me anew
Solid from the inside out
Dying embers fade.
Behind the clouds, the stars are shining.