Time knows no bound
Your thoughts carry sound...
As I look back on the winding road
with many a twist and turn...
A snake hangs limply from a
knotted branch, its...
The beautiful
monarch butterfly...
...they came every Friday
to their bench by the lake...
Anger
is...
Do you want me to be like you?
Why...
What is the Soul, have you ever thought?
Or is it a mystery in which you are caught...
Winter, raindrops, summer, sunshine
Long queus at the caf...
If I was a lion then I would growl
But I'd always be alert on the prowl...
Evenings like these leave me cold.
The smell of burnt wood and almost summer sits on...
The scars, carved
tributes to...