Crispy leaves winter brown
crackle neath her feet
she looks good out of town
her eyes are playing sweet!

A little haze morn at ten
the place is real peace
on my lips desires rain
wishing stealing kiss!

She knows it quickens feet
maybe she wants too
her eyes when my eyes meet
read the twinkling cue!

Just we two froths a brew
none to find and look
blushing lips’ crimson hue
knows only that nook!

The choices you make,
between hating and forgiving,
can become the story of your life*.

Knowing that it'll always be a part of me.....comforting,
but it's enough to ruffle up the present.

Every creation

And it's creativity

Lies inside

We only can see
It's performance

We actually cannot see
What's really in a
Creature

The soul
No one knows

Where it is?
Exactly

But everyone
Knows
Somewhere inside
Us