THE PRIESTThe priest arrived on time as toldThere was no grave to beholdHis grief being swallowed by a breeze,Slowly carved a name on the ancient ston..
Creeping ShadowAlong the corridors of lonelinessI follow a slowly creeping shadowof a flickering dying candleIt reflects every curve of each memory cr..
I believe that we create who people are to us and for us. It is in our desire and listening that determines our relationship with each and everyone we..
An August Night EternalA hazy afternoon with clouds a humid grayHave left their moisture over meThe wetness of my body this night did makeAnd brought ..