Night is sleeping
Darkness is spreading...
A woman is someone,
Without whom this world would not exist...
The Puppy is wondering where his mother can be,
resting from the long search for his mother...
I glance at that piece of art
It took me deeply inside the...
I am not born, yet born of dreams,
Made of finest fabric, to cover your body, once...
So tender and strong a womans heart
Something she gives only to the deserving...
Drifting through time
drifting through space...
Bright colorful days
are bloomed in May...
He must have seemed out of his mind.
Even to the sick, lame and blind...
In the dusty yards of the loved ones' graves,
So many, in departure, smiled, cried, and waved...
I'm sorry...
For what I did...
Ten tiny fingers, ten tiny toes, a perfect face...