A tree in my backyard has had the leaves on it all winter and the leaves have voices.

Poetry.

Surrender your trust to me.

A poem about the past and memories.

Write their love, leaves on trees

Poem about fall leaves.

Friends go hand in hand…

You world has turned black.

Sad truth.

Love can be best describe no other than the person who feels it. the person who is into it, the person who has it.