Feel the freshness of a winter morning.

A poem about the view of person, through their window as the morning is welcomed.

The showers that nourish the good earth stir everything in Nature to perform adequately, so that things that are otherwise dormant are once again activated, restoring a sense of wellbeing to all creatures, and giving birth to natural growth agriculturally and esthetically.

A taxi ride through Tripoli, lebanon.

So here I am on my own Olympus, looking down through scattered white…

Being in love is an endless story which is better when remains unexplored….

Each new day brings a new beginning.

The freshness and meaning of life.

The innocence of childhood and the melancholy of age, seen through nature and the seasons, which turn freshness to decay.

A poem about the rain and its soothing way.