Hope says to us constantly,"Go on, go on" and leads us to the grave of our dreams.

A descriptive narrative poem about autumn and the change of season.

Have you been awake for the whole night?

I wrote this exactly one year ago.

An old man died alone… Dark clouds.

God’s dark eyes were somber.

When true love has it’s doubts it’s time to make clear what brought you there in the first place.

Is it the rain or tears showering from the eyes of God??

A poem about a storm moving in.

Falling from the sky, every winter.