Dreaming..­...Once Ag­ainMy hopes a­nd dreams ­were on th­e back bur­ner for ye­ars,They evapo­rated beca­use of sit­uations an­d my own f­ears....

Slowly you emerge into a shallow life without sight.You are whole, but not a pear, red, but not blue.For new life is in you, spreading like a wild fire.How red you are when you first bloom, you are...