From the road to the sky,
I find myself at peace when I fly...
In the morn of days, when time was but young,
God’s gentle hands beheld, creation sung...
Greed will over fill
Carelessness will over spill...
Like water showing a reflection,
My mind is lost with no direction...
With perfect vision
One can still miss the target...
In chaos flourishes light, or at least that's what...
I waited for ages for my hope to grace my life and...
I once asked myself would things have been...
Would my parents live different lives. Would it...
Sidle by me night,
And let the day come...
The river flows,
flows like a tear...
Oceans of pennants ripple wildly down the Mall,
grasped in hands so eager to affirm their truth...
The thread
A poem a day, a painting in three...
My darkest days gives pain
A simple yet dying days...