My trifle of a cinquain – a five line stanza with syllables of 2, 4, 6, eight and 2.

All The Sad Faces Yeah.

Each of us have different story to be told and to unfold. Each are created uniquely and beautifully.

Poetry.

Taste varies from person to person.

Random.

Man is born uniquely. Some are so broad and some are narrow minded. They said no such thing as weird, just that the were created and tailored as such. Man’s existence is full of mystery. There are those who so shallow ,where in just a glance you can tell what’s in her mind but there are also those who got so strong personality that no matter how you tried your best still you can’t read what is in her mind. These make life amazing ,interesting and beautiful.

Missing some people, I guess.

While waiting for the final verdict…

Poem that describes love when two people fall in love.