Light.

This poem is describing what happens at night, the sounds, smells, and eyes that keep watch. The moon glides through the night sky until time to fade into daylight.

How nice would life be if you could make a decent living doing what you enjoy best.

Limerick.

My pain unchained.

A sonnet I wrote in my free time.

I wonder if it is the most peaceful way to go, dying in your sleep.

This is a true story about finding something special in life.For me it was a garden,though it could relate to anything special,any dream and if your determined enough you will always find what your looking for,as hidden as it may be!

Things come and go.

The lake with lamps ignited and left to sail away their flame a glowing hope or desire…