Hear the rain fall, cold bitter wind Withered leaves lost in its careless sweep Behind the fog are myriads of light lucid? When night succeeds a sunset of dreams – June 2014
* The river tries to emulate the sky, Mirroring its multitudes of blues and hues. Rock ledges brutally slap its face, It flows seemingly an act of will. * Along the bank a… Continue reading
The parade of elaborately embellished six-horse carriages along with Bavarian costume and riflemen’s march in kick off the long awaited Oktoberfest. A short distance away in the tents each housing at least 10… Continue reading
I have always loved patronizing bookstores. Be careful not to miss out its elusive exterior standing along Paris’s rich undulating district for the accidental stumble into Shakespeare bookstore had turned out a fine… Continue reading
Amidst the society’s depiction of right and wrong, can one still hear and remain true to his or her own inner calling?
Ol’ tree, I hear your scattered leaves Rustle in this gentle breeze * Through this mist the veiled moon peer Against the velvet sky your silhouette gleam * Into the earth your roots… Continue reading
Some Moments| Her Bitter Sweet. Some Scars| Revisited Her Pain. Some Dreams| Caught Her Breath. Some Places| Held Her Memories. And Some One. Turned Her world around.
* This is the longest he’s written on a page, A story the good the bad, and sometimes mad. Each inspiration floats one fallen grace, Carves a story seldom told and hardly spoke.… Continue reading