To Squirrel,
You are the reason why I am writing poems again. You are squeezing out every drop of my poetic essences that I kept for how many years, probably for more than five years. Now that I am emotionally motivated, everything seemed to change. I was once a society-oriented writer, and never once again tried to write a poem until I noticed how beautiful you are. I began to see the flowers and rainbows and butterflies and how enchanting they all are. However, you are the star I cannot touch.
I am really eager to spell out your name but maybe, it's too much for me to do. These poems are meant for you.
I wish I could sing them for you.
Chestnuts,
Alexander Dorado
