Unusually mild winter has befallen this year.

Coins have to sides, just like life, it has its different color. it is all up to us as to what color we prefer to have. But sometimes no matter how we tried to maintain that bright colors, dark ones are really inevitable. Nothing then we can do but accept and embrace life.

We are so often unaware of the best things for us until it is too late!

Seasonal Poetry, winter.

Much time has passed since then.

Our love became ill.

Enjoy one of my early poems at the height of my artistic inclinations. Notice the rhyming words at the end of the lines.

Where the October winds blew…

A poem about Spring and all the wonderful things about it and the Summer awaiting.

This is my first article on here so I decided to use a story I wrote a while back. I would love critique and constructive criticism.