If I was a psychic or a fortune-teller, I would tell everyone of good things to come Never once utter

A STATEMENT OF ART I wish more people paint in pink, blue, and green Denying red or black. I don’t

To My Children When I’m no longer around you Far, far away from all of you… Maybe when you want

APPRECIATION I shall come back to this forest again with a very good camera, before those tiny, graceful, but shy

WE, THE AMATEUR ARTISTS Nature is the most creative artist of all. Who am I? A mere observer – at

I admit, I ran out of words. Today, I have no hopes or positive messages No consolation for humanity. Since demons

When you are lonely and blue, When you think There is no one in this whole wide world to be