MY POEMS

A glum day clouded over and grey, we master ourselves and get back to work. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and...

As the day closes, the thoughts begin to leave the mind and we hasten to the night. “In joined hands there is still some token of hope,...

The sun is bright and we are working away. “Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door. ” Coco Chanel The...