A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day  If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.

I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.

Never Count your Work Because Your

many writes poetry now, many writes about life and they wi… were not alive but when they hears… they run and leave their shoes beh… many writes about love,

I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…

When change drown us deep, When red roses deceits to gain us… When bereaved our utter to reap, Myself and yourself will be mute n… Silence will repeat over and never…

Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts

Everything can Be learned In this world Even prayer Can be taught

The love I once felt was invincib… yet soothing. beyond consciousness yet understood. The simplicity of the love was ast…

If you ever thought of a girl perhaps wasted anytime with someon… Or no one. If you ever walk with loud manly Conversation with your friend