To My Children When I’m no longer around you Far, far away from all of you… Maybe when you want to talk to me and finally listen to me. Please, would you read my poetry? In my lines, you will find my legacy My philosophy, my wishes, dreams and disappointments, but you’ll also find my
APPRECIATION I shall come back to this forest again with a very good camera, before those tiny, graceful, but shy flowers, hiding behind the bushes or under the bridge fade away. Before the heavy rains sweep them away, I should hurry up and acquire a very good camera, to capture the minute details of unknown
WE, THE AMATEUR ARTISTS Nature is the most creative artist of all. Who am I? A mere observer – at times.. All artists are amateurs, trying to copy Colours, forms shapes, and textures found in nature. They copy, edit, paste, re-write and think they are originals, that they are such “grand” artists! Now you can
I admit, I ran out of words. Today, I have no hopes or positive messages No consolation for humanity. Since demons were at work today with their unimaginable destruction; without any warning, mercy or hesitation; They applied their bloody plans and disappeared in total darkness with irrevocable destruction!. We knew they were everywhere Yet they had
When you are lonely and blue, When you think There is no one in this whole wide world to be with you. Go out Take a long walk By the lake, river, sea, Or anywhere your feet will take you Watch the sky, the clouds, the sun, The moon, and the stars Let nature talk
