Let us
Arise...
Sometimes I wonder
if I'm nothing more than...
You are my reader...
and I'll be your Poet...
I'm not perfect and I'm well awear of it. I make...
A dark room
As the water runs...
Life,
is an underwater moonlight...
As a child I used to dream,
Create my own world and scream...
A Conversation
Two glasses filled sat closely near each other...
Maybe you don’t see people looking at you...
Maybe you don’t hear all the good things that...
A promise is more than what you say
or what you will do...
An echo of innocence (Paradelle)
The wide eyes of a child...
Beware you poor ones.
The very envies and deceits and strife for the...