Today is my birthday.I’m 17 now.Anyone can pray for me because I am bad and can not pray for all my deeds I wish someone can pray for me to die and I can hug my death.

Nature creates beauty
and then
because it loves it’s creations
it must let them go.

It can be as much fun as it is frustrating to try and rake up falling leaves in an autumn wind. The following is my take on such a venture. Read more…

Story written as a sonnet.

They fall like fiery rain.

A journey back in time-using a kaleidoscope.

We are preparing for Thanksgiving. Is it like Valentine’s day… the one day we remember our special someone, or mother’s day, the one day Mom gets flowers?
Is it the one day we set aside to say thank you? Every blessing we get is from God. We like to be thanked. Shouldn’t we be thanking Him?

I hope you have a blessed Thanksgiving. Thanks for stopping by.

Love is like the changing seasons.

Autumn scene brings memories of springtime’s love.

Autumn, leaves, lost love, gone away, the missing.