I found magic… or miracles that we all share, but few see.

Two lovers walk through London rain, and into the grand cycle of time.

Roll The Dice.

Poem.

THIS IS THE PEOM WHICH I WROTE ON 12 JULY’2011, WHEN I WAS VERY DISHEARTENED, SO I IMAGINED THIS WORLD OF MY DREAMS.

A short Gothic horror story.

Street poetry.

Love is so mysterious, wonderful, and reason to feel like we are floating upon a cloud.

Prophetical poem.

Prophetic poem.