The Window & Other Works

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The Window

Traversing Alone

Yearning like a flower
looking to tilt its face
toward sun,
only night clutches the world
in loneliness,
when neither moon
nor stars are out.

Dark opaque clouds wrap up nothingness
into an empty package.

But I still want to open it to make me strong.

Mountains

The Battle

Forget a While

Allow singing violins
to fill you, lift you up.

Float into great sky,
each breath a colorful cloud.

Wonders grow in merriment;
laughing is the sun
blowing kisses.

You are still you,
but as an invisible balloon.

Sometimes When I Walk

Contemplation

 

Renee is from the state of Connecticut, USA. When she was very young she played on an imaginary planet by day and she spent nights secretly reading under the covers by flashlight as an escape. When ready, sometimes those nights were spent creating artwork instead. It was around the same time that she started writing. Self-expression, expression is both a burden and a freedom, a sadness and a joy, a responsibility and a way to be irresponsible. It is meaningful and it is insignificant.