I write when I feel like it. I let the pen flow and craft the stories and poems it intends to create.
Wandering about on empty roads, I searched for more, I searched for more. I saw empty windows ... Wandering about on empty roads, I searched for more, I searched for more. ...
You are already mine You are already mine
Those times of chaos, when, your mind’s berated. That wilderness grows, overpowering, Those times of chaos, when, your mind’s berated. That wilderness grows, overp...
What is life and how to live? A question that haunts mankind still, What is life and how to live? A question that haunts mankind still,