Seeking survival, hostile, hidden from sight,
Deliciously flavoured - juicy, sweet bite,
Exploding senses preparing to ignite,
Inspiring to escape from the suffocating night.

Reach the sky, but touch the ground. Lift me up, when I am down. The sunshine brings the clouds away, The clouds, my misery You, the ray I am the turtle, bound by land you are the bird, bound by me. Sweet but thorny, Bumpy roads, Bowl of fruit, A light unknown. You are the one Who does it all You are the Sun, The Moon, The light and dark, Sticky glue Together, apart You are stress, But also relief You know my song And can sing it back to me.

Ode To A Butterfly,

Your mind was the canvas on which you wrote the next era in music. But it was that same mind that took the decision to leave us. Wherever you are, know you are missed...

She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir.

Pay to go inside Neruda's home
A body lies there with no dome.
But right there in the front hall
Lean a fairy against the icy wall.
Oh Endless enigmas had the bard!

Nice and large and calm backyard
Ends In the middle of a rare room
Rare portrait of revelishing gloom.
Up climbing at the weird snail stair
Does make you grasp for some air.
And there's a room with bric-a-brac:

Old and precious books all in a pack.
Dare saying what I liked most of all?
Enjoyed seeing visitors having a ball!