This is a Poem I wrote about Cherry Blossoms, Enjoy!

What kind of dancing and I talking about; I never had a first dance, never ever been in a strip club and have never done… um, the horizontal mambo. To Dance Is All… I can see the girl, I can hear the music, but I must be dreaming.

Dance is a fun.

As the ticking of clockworks approach an untouched world, it becomes clear how much in common both worlds have.

This is a poem about how sometimes a storm can look like.

A poem about making clouds angry.

This is a poem of what it looks like when it is sundown.

I wanted to write something that could accurately describe my relationship with God.

Just writing what comes to mind.

Poem.