This poem talks about learning to fly solo, but it isn’t really referring to learning to fly an airplane. It is about growing up, coming of age, soaring into the future, spreading wings and taking flight into life.

We’re born and immediately hit that road a running.

‘Bonne Nuit Madame’

(Goodnight My Lady)

Une novelle; ou les commencements d’un roman.

Matthew Henshaw Esq.

1 – Jean-Paul

The boulevard glistened in the sombre dusk twilight, the street lamps hadn’t quite switched themselves to on.

‘Bonne Nuit Madame’
(Goodnight My Lady)

Matthew Henshaw Esq.

She drinks black coffee in the morning and that’s what stains her teeth.

Poem explaining how we are dealt a hand, but it is so much easier to play this hand with a loving partner.

This is my frequent feelings on how I am feeling right now.

I was a not good at studies,She was the topper in my class. I always dreamed about her.But I never knew if she did too. the fist time I saw her I knew she was the gal of my dream & I can do anything for her. it never struck to me that I should tell her my feelings.

Iedhul Adha 2007 I headed to Surabaya, Solo and Yogyakarta. Office tasks. I am confident enough to all three cities. Thank God when I was in college, including active in a student organization that has ties to almost all campuses in Indonesia. I will not discuss how my work there. This time there are things that are still remembered to this writing.

You will never imagine what could happen on a day on the farm.

It is unfair to keep anybody is suspense.