Upon the sprawling ocean's grace, a rhythmic dance...
Where waves caress the sandy shore with tender...

Beneath the ancient willow, where tender shadows...
A symphony of whispers, in the breeze, softly...

Wanderlust spirit,
Chasing every setting sun...

Pain is a cruel and vicious thing
That grips us tightly in its sting...

I recall those chilly Winters, with their...
When the snow would blanket our lane, the spot...

As sturdy as a heart that sings,
Finding joy in little things...

In the quiet of winter's end,
Where frost once claimed its reign...

In the alleys where secrets intertwine,
If she were not a beacon, so divine...

In dreams, you dance so near,
Echoes of laughter, times so clear...

Amidst the wild's embracing arms, where verdant...
Lies a sanctuary of serenity, where souls with...

Rest your thoughts on the horizon,
In this space, you can redefine...

I'm just a quiet artist,
Sketching scenes that come to mind...