Darling, don't forget,
    or regret,
       the depths of this pain.

Wild flowers bloom
   only after
       it's been pouring rain.

I love the kind of sadness
That makes me write.


-- Eleanor

Just when you're ready
To hurt me,
Avoid the heart.

-- Eleanor

he pulled the stitches
around my scars
and they fell undone
in his hands, beautifully
laced between his fingers.
he kissed away the bruises
the blemished story of
my skin. the scathed
remnants are all i have.
the gentle touch of
his goodbye. the hand
clasped around my neck
tightens with each step
he takes away from me.
please stay.

Trees do sway and dance
as birds in the sky go fly
end is yet to come.

Rocking chair
A comfortable seat
Turkish tea or strong coffee
Burning fireplace
Decorated wooden hut
Future wife
Snowy night
A rifle on the wall
Classic music
Wool blanket
Hello Poetry
Tolstoy's masterpieces
Ilya Repin's picture's
Wolf voices
Cold places
What a Freedom !