Grew in your arms
With all life's charm...
Are you happier since you let go of the only...
Sometimes we love to be alone, to rethink what the...
Our younglife would be a history one...
Comes in all forms
from living art to dead art...
Tired limbs embraced in in the languid milk
of the still lake...
Trust.
A five letters word, Trust...
Kaleidoscopic
(inspired by Beautiful soul, probably not a poem...
Never believe on mirror
.....................It changes images...
Rocks break
Steel turns to rust...
To be alive, to know we are here despite nature's...
groaning and persuading us to prepare our stout...
Poetry peeks through
the keyhole of a...
Your embezzlement?
jury destroys pawned laughter...