An empty wide street I look down to see
Around each corner a ghostly presence...

They say one must grow and never be still,
For stillness is but a poisoning fiend...

How dear are the blackish hours when by
A beautiful soul I pass at dark night...

At times I sit, within myself I look
My joy and pain, my sun and rain, I see...

Inner Sight
The power of an eye is killed by doubt...

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The balance...

Sweet turbulence
Beauty...

The King Of Rimes
The warm sun has shone...

Preface
Some love the summer, some love the winter...

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At a river I stand...

Across the mountains and the hills
Across the timbers wild...

I held a pen and wrote my words and rhymes,
So people can freely access my thought...