Lost and FoundIn the quest for truth, shadows breathe, Choices suffer, but mountains don’t freeze. Whispers don’t die, but tears are squeezed, Footsteps…Sep 19Sep 19
A Dialogue Within(In dialogue’s weave between light and shade, I converse with White (hope) and Black’s (despair) contrasting trade. )May 27May 27
I SupposeI suppose this pen is yours, I suppose this is my imagination for those written chores. “The ink is black but the words are bright, The…Apr 10Apr 10
