We still play
hide and seek...
Tonight has become the coldest night, yet.
Not even my poetry can warm me...
I feel your loss
like two rivers...
I try to picture the night you left home.
Was the hall undisturbed as the door sat ajar...
I remember the details
of that day. Every...
Dedicated to my dear friend Sandra, who has fallen...
(I)
My love would frown, if could, about this stone...
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If dreaming paths the way to where you are
Then why has none to you, so taken me...
Sometimes being 'strong'
Means having the courage to ask for help...
I’ve spent most of my life
Crying a silent cry...
stolen is the smile
from the sky leaving neither...