
The Most Precious Now
By MAYA GREEN O, of the march of timeIt is merciless, determined and unstoppableAye, indeed it is not stoppableIt’s not like water — vast as

By MAYA GREEN O, of the march of timeIt is merciless, determined and unstoppableAye, indeed it is not stoppableIt’s not like water — vast as

By MAYA GREEN O, this life is but — an ennobling search‘Tis short sojourn, a quest for the prizeIt’s the bloom — that energises the

By MAYA GREEN As the evening of the day peepsIt is time for a foreboding serenadeIt’s a melancholic tune — because it weepsA sad song

By MAYA GREEN If you happen to have a torchlightKnow it is not for the bright outdoorsIt’s for the dark corner, or the nightFor it’s

By MAYA GREEN Know that — we are what we truly areAt the core we all are human beingsSupposedly unique, and beautiful beingsThere are no