MY POEMS

The heat has calmed itself and so we feel its relent. We can move at a normal pace and life feels like a breeze. “I am, a stride at a...

As the night creeps back in we long for the cool of the middle of the night, to refresh our minds and senses. "Those who dream by day are...

The sun has relented and relief comes to all. "Cowardice is the most terrible of vices." Mikhail Bulgakov Parting To lose is to win if...