Often art is what an artist feels; The language which a poet writes. […]
A feeling of joy like drops of rain; Though night is gone – […]
What is this feeling that so consumes; Our mind forever – a flower […]
Stark silhouette against the sky; Echo: Aye Structure such to make one sigh. […]
Perhaps the primary virtue; Lies in holding your tongue. Silence possesses cherished value; […]
With time Relationship Will continue to bloom Though obstacles stand in between Fervent […]