Poems
Beauty of fleeting moments
River rushes to the sea; a final gold leaf hangs from the branch. This body we name as ours, the failing light of the candle wick, All things are fleeting....
Beauty of fleeting moments
River rushes to the sea; a final gold leaf hangs from the branch. This body we name as ours, the failing light of the candle wick, All things are fleeting....
You are more than an echo
Don’t just be the waves,You carry more than motion.You were meant to be the ocean itself,Vast, deep, and full of memory. Don’t just be the echo, You are more than a...
You are more than an echo
Don’t just be the waves,You carry more than motion.You were meant to be the ocean itself,Vast, deep, and full of memory. Don’t just be the echo, You are more than a...
To be desired, or to be loved,
To be desired, or to be loved, a choice so arduous, yet so often blurred. What is beauty without a heart to hold it? A gaze that lingers, a touch...
To be desired, or to be loved,
To be desired, or to be loved, a choice so arduous, yet so often blurred. What is beauty without a heart to hold it? A gaze that lingers, a touch...