The Hunter With Wings


It Began When I Was Very Little. I found a heart shape leaf and kept it between the pages of my fairytale book. Often, I held and waved it gently on my face, I smelled the mud and chlorophyll; echoes from nature exert an everlasting pull on my heart. One day the leaf crushed. I believed that the fairy liked it so much and had to steal it away. I tried to look for the same leaf, but can never find one alike.

The cedar fragrance, valley wildflowers, falls beauties, ghost frost, all the nerves trembling feels that connect to my heart are the aims - My hunting expedition began.

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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Defunct faith















Thoughts that congest in my brain
Words that crowd in my heart
All that unthinkable torture
The unspeakable agony
Emptiness and darkness
I daren’t to open my eyes
Crushed and dashed, to no where

Faithful and alone horse whisperer
Blind fold into the stormy sand dune
Carrying a dark painting board
For I know
That wild black beauty
Never tamed
Never returned

Having unable to utter
Softly mutter a groan and the truth
Not coming is coming, at last
Suffering that pierce my soul
The long pause of inertest
Begin to enthrall by
The defunct faith
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