The world is beautiful, it's not just city. Mountains, woods, animals, oceans - I could take you there.
The World is Beautiful
Fluttering Hope
Something stirred her heart, fluttering hope swelled to greater echos winding them together weaving her happy influence among them.
A Poet
A poet simply loved what was, indiscriminately.
Light Around Her
The light around her rare magic, light of wonder - turning life and sorrow to song.
Picasso of My Soul
The Picasso of my soul was love. The girl I love.
