The strangeillusionsof my lifeHave snatched my happiness foreverThough I may be designed forgriefBut: how long will I survive in tears?Though many yea..
The words have come out finallyto witness my passion for writingthough many times thisriverfumblesat thebridgeof my woven wordsSometimes my tired song..
I lament on every leaf that falls From a tree of nature; dear Autumn !If one walks in, it makes the crackling sound.
How could someone stitch seasons..