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...

Come Another...

If it were possible, i would bring you light
I\'d gather all the stars and lay them down before...