Cold, unbroken…

It takes a horrible person to be deliberately cruel.

My first haiku.

Poem.

Do we follow the wind, or find our own path?

Amusing poem about a boy who blows a bigger and bigger bubble.

Wisdom comes in knowing there has to be a one before there can ever be a two or more onto infinity. And the glorious one is God all by Himself. To God Be The Glory!!!

Watching someone blow bubbles.

The numbing of my heart.