Poetry is like music. without sounding symbols and...
Yet an orchestrate a band of sounds...
Life has loveliness to sell.
All beautiful & splendid things...
I took a look in the mirror and all I saw was a...
A tear rolled down my face and I wonder why you...
I cant live, i cant die
Blue eyes staring at me from the other side...
The windy forest is checkered
I see the trees flowing in the orisk wind...