The sky has wiped its plate,
Obscure, but almost white…
“The Horizon Rose” is a poem that I made when I was waking up from my slumber on an early autumn morning. I heard the birds chirping, the animals yawning, and the wind slowly breathing.Continue Reading
The morning after is what counts ….Continue Reading
The sky has wiped its slate ..Continue Reading
A smile says a lot.Continue Reading
A haiku about a cherry blossom.Continue Reading
Every time I wake up in the land of the living I am thankful.Continue Reading
The Spring of our lives will never return. We can just rejoice in its memories once it’s gone.Continue Reading
Breaking through from insecurity to security and getting rid of baggage that held me back for years.Continue Reading
We’re not perfect, but we’re not hopeless either.Continue Reading
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