Author: Melina Libarian

What trouble does the moon bring me at ten? Life’s racing my heart again.   The ticks are getting louder, With that anxious clowder Clouds growl in the sky tonight, As the wind leads the fight. Why am I in this foolish rush? To let my hopes get crushed. See I’m not always hopeful –      I…

What is death but a blooming rose Red like the blood that froze In time In me Can’t you see We never vanish, But just like energy We transform For we are energy –  Everything yet nothing, Made of stardust and stone From a tender molecule That wasn’t left alone Why – might you ask?…