I have grown patience
regained my strenght...
You call it sin,
Yet don’t see what makes me truly happy...
The history of walls
it's a proven fact...
When home is calling my name
my heart is aching for this old place...
Finger tips that dance over paper so divine.
That write the words of love and passion...
Our future is shaky and it's sketchy
The world is dying piece by piece...
I took myself for granted,
I'm luck to still be standing...
To all the addicts,
We know what addiction is...
Comparing Brexit
to a Winter flurry caused...
The sad poet
He rises from his bed, sad memories from the past...
Weeks of uncertainties
promises become more unreal...
Tranquillity
is to recognise...