Deep in a dense jungle. Dozens of spirits run and hide. Flowers hang from the high skies. Offering fragance and intoxicating perfume that lingers in the forest.
Up in the tree, the wind calls his name. His ears perk up, moving in all directions.…Continue
Added by Che Zaragoza on August 9, 2010 at 3:00pm — No Comments
"I sit alone on my old wooden rusty desk. Time doesnt go by when I stare outside my window. Overlooking the pond where lilies float, dancing away with life. As I sit gazing outside, I wonder why is it that I feel a comfort in writing. I am a well know writer in China.My name is Bingwen. Poems have been writen about me. Women throw themselves at me. But my heart belongs to another woman.. She is beautiful and elegent.…Continue
I breathe, deep with sorrow. Overlooking the sea of tall swaying grass that fills the earth. The wind blowing gently as if its wrapping its self around them. An air filled with dust from thousands particles that linger, whimsically dancing waiting to be inhale and exhale. With every exhale of our breathe, we let go of all of the pain and resentment that hinders our…Continue