What better place to be, then in a field of a million roses…

Where there is will, there is way…

A flower in bloom is quite a beautiful sight.

A poem of planting, of renewal and loss.

Childhood memories of summers.

This is a poem I wrote about someone feeling guilty for having been a burden on their lover and debating on whether or not to end their life so they will no longer add to their struggle.

Story.

Terrestrial waters in an amount of mass of water found on land.That mass of water partly lies under earth’s surface, some innundates, and some flows.Terrestrial waters has many uses for humans,as soil water,river water,lake water and some of swamp water.

Poem.

Home sweet home. If you far away from home, your homeland is calling you. Go back home, your home soil miss your footsteps. Go back home my dear.