They say everyone has
their own road to walk...

Water falls through rocks
Gently on blue pond below...

Strange,
How the Littliest things can...

Calls of birds in spring
Blessed new lives wake from deep sleep...

Behind that cheerful smile,
That’s always on my face...

The people I pity the most are the blind
They are still alive but live in the black...

The people I envy the most are the blind
They can live their lives with just seeing black...

Red rose in full bloom
With every passing minute...

Powerful mountain
Stubborn and unbeatable...

Imagination is of the deceased.
Well all standing...

Fireworks of color
The leaves drip with dye above...

Your neptunic eyes peer into me
As they undress my soul...