This poem describes my inner voice…

Human life because of hope.

Missed the train had to spend a night on a lonely station in winter. Where the mother and daughter came from I had not a clue! The Foureyed Poet.

A poem about a place I love very much.

Our train seriously derailed.

Some people see more than you think.

Have you ever gotten lost in the beauty of fall (autumn)?
Or the feeling of falling in love?

Misery loves company.

Abstract Poem/Story.

Christmas Traditional Past.