I am in utter darkness There is no light I am all alone There is no one with me The night has just begun Slow, dark hours slowly pass me by.
It doesn’t hurt to be optimistic. You can always cry later. Lucimar Santos de Lima Life is a roller-coaster ride; it is full of ups and down. While failures are part and parcel of life, some failures tend to thrust us into the jaws of defeatism. We begin to feel that no matter what we Read more…
Autumn always reigned on the tree of my dreams Multicolored leaves and angling twigs Leaves always seemed to leave on pilgrims To the god of death and his temple of twisted limbs. Passersby always heed the aging hues of their rims With a kind word or two, adieu they always bid. Buds Read more…
