The light of things reflected from hearts might...
When the reality of our surroundings pushes us to...

As the breeze pass,
May it take away all your worries...

It never started with pokes,
joy had formed...

Am not being dogged,
want to act doughty...

The sunset paints my feelings
While the sky reflection represent my inner self...

Years ago my life was but faith
living each day with no hope for another...

I will gather every tear you ever shade
bathe in it for my soul to be cleansed...

It was but a suicide note
left to direct the living...

Solution to the hearts,
that think they deserve more than they have...

Things imitate us.
A paper caught by the wind acts like a...

I wish to write of romance,
but I find no chance...

Love like white dove,
perched on the apex of grape tree in winter...