Never criticize the sonnet because you don't see,
Or feel it's rhythm and it's rhyme...

I don't remember how is it like to have a father
Because I lost mine long before I could even...

A bird flew so majestically and so free
It flew to the flowers on my bower so free...

Hopeless once again in this world full of fate.
day by day we live side by side with misery...

My heart's desire is to walk through fire.
Her father is honoured above all...

Why make cry
No matter how hard I try...

Can we call ourselves artists or even poetess?
This is just art, to free the burdens of the mind...

It is so good when its in the night because...
However the night is not so gentle as you see it...

Wondering no solution
Too much lies and pollution...

Only the good is from God,
Only Him can grant what is good...

She is a flower, a lily , a rose
She is beautiful, kind and intelligent...

You will never see the sea,
when you are miles away...