The lost city.

Remembering a love lost in the very table we made them.

I wrote this poem in Year four so now I don’t really know the meaning, if you can comment on what you think it means, please do.

In search of something hidden.

My vacation story.

Continuation.

A story idea I’m working on.

Is it hidden somewhere?

A view of relationship values.

Poem about the lost world of Atlantis.