There once was a flower
so wild and rare...

Has the Wind stop blowing?
said the frog with loud croaks...

It appears
people don't enjoy the beating of my heart...

On an Sunday morning, when the crisp fall air...
"Such were the days when once the memories of...

Because the inconsolable and thunderous
encourages a mountain to be innumerous...

In the middle of a forest,
a bucket full of water...

When stars begin to shine so bright
Just dream my child...

Forget it while you can
Don’t trouble your mind man...

Outside the rustic porch,
near the stairs that bloom with magnolias...

Since when have leaves from that tree care
if winds move them with a whisper...

It's not the way one writes or the way one feels.
It's the way a writer takes the reader into a...

honey,
the moon is back at my backyard...