A Writer... Is a saint and sinnerA loser and winner.A Writer... Is a troubled mind.And is never blind.A Writer... Is a body in pain,A mind gone insane..
Again, thoughts of you trickle into my mindI struggle to banish the memories.Yet, they stalk me like a shadowAnd the sun is always out.Here, in a clea..
Weeping willows ballet in the breeze.The blue sky morphed into violent seas,The Heaven's burst with angels' cries. As he sat in the cool grass drying ..