There are different colors of roses present, each carrying a deep special meaning behind them.

A short story about a bunny for children.

A poem about roses.

I like colors, do you?

Random thoughts.

Pink cloud haiku.

Prose.

This is a poem I wrote myself. I hope people enjoy it.

Description of written crayons.

His car was a black Acrua. Kim ran to him dropping her bag on the ground. She leaped onto to him, she held on tightly. He grinned with excitement since he haven’t seen Kim in three months.