-
Choosing
losing...
-
Springs blossoms sadly
little Angels have reached the sky...
-
Their little hands
one day will be big...
-
Mine
Yours...
-
Grief is not based on numbers
sorrow does not require a certain speed...
-
Sometimes I feel like saying
I have nothing more to say...
-
-
What you know of me
is a layer of paint on a canvas...
-
HOW SMALL IS GOD?
What a strange question you may ask but let me...
-
I would swim the depths of the ocean
just to discover your roots...
-
It is so easy to get lost in a jungle.
Fallen trees, debris amongst many other weeds will...
-
Say it again
Those soft, glowing words...
-
on the other side of the world
I stand my post...