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.
Only a fool falls for pure intentions…
“pieces” is a poem written for someone close to me, who meant a great deal to me. Enjoy.
Short poem called “the Childhood dreams” reminiscing on a time when I was younger, and how I saw the world.
Fall is approaching, Autumn leaves are floating, Lawns littered orange, yellow, and red, Celebrating the living and the dead, Time … More