Tag: poem

31st July 2015 The road I walk is harsh as the cuckoo's cry in winter. Cuts, bruises and marks like pecks on those soft timbers And my friends wonder what it's like to walk through a colorful mist that can misguide you but will never befool you Oh friends! If only were it that easy… Continue reading The road I walk →

21st May 2014 Saturday 04:51 pm Struck were those lifeless strings with a heart full of hope, serene music burst forth so easy to cope. Here I drew my art on the flawless caravan, and drank the beauty of "Yes, I can".