Riding the Waves

Excerpt from the book

With indelible colors,
his childlike gaze.
The sun, once again, has set.
The twilight, like blood…

You rush, life, you rush so fast.
Now that I think of it, you are a profound illusion!
And what is the price a child must pay
for a mother’s touch, for a kiss?
You rush, life, you rush so fast—how can I ever catch up with you?