Winter breeze lingers,
Painting delicate colors...
A last breath, a last batting of times eyelids,
eyes fall of rain, in the depths of ourselves...
Walking through the
arboretum...
This is about people's different attitudes to...
As the rain pours and pours...
I can see her now!
The racing wind...
A hail of a bell,
Became softer and softer...
A hat for snow's lights,
to keep her tears from mixing...
I miss the patchy,
secret place...
In an open field of rich emptiness i watch day...
Gracious is this mighty baby arc.
Although to shine...
Nature
before you read, have a look at this picture...
The times that we had; Just us two.
Disappointments shared; We were blue...