For want of a mere piece of paper,

and a pen,

ideas, once so clear, disappear into the twlight of dreams,

not to be found

again.

K Ogin

Why

must we look beyond what we possess,

to find perfection

whether in a person or object,

when what we have is already

perfect?

K Ogin

A gentle breeze caresses the land,

waking flowers,

peer out from their covers

of newly warmed soil,

to celebrate to coming of Spring.

K Ogin