It all boils down to perception.
Falling feather free hand poem of a memory I was reminded of by the end of a dream. Some people will always have a place in your mind.
Short poem called “the Childhood dreams” reminiscing on a time when I was younger, and how I saw the world.
“The Tale (part 2)” Etched on the bark, a memory left behind to be the sign for the future prospects … More
Amber eyes, surreal skies, brightened only by a smile; it’s hers Memories shared while reminiscing, time goes so fast, it blurs … More