The blind goose with a solemn hear… White, pure and goes on and on and… But without the trails of the rest… All she ever sees was darkness, Darkness –this long parable and na…

The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,

When Pavarotti plays On a timeless streak And emotions flares To caress lips and Tongues swimming

For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.

I wish i was born in the old days,… Greatly about how they look, when… Work with knowledge that makes the… They all have many sense than one… I wish i was an endowed poet then,…

Why are they dressed in red and wh… A black long fur facing towards th… A gold button parting the blood an… Misery of their own existence, and… To please; they are slow nature of…

I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my

You would Notice I Always Use I Before you,

Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you

A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day  If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.

They lease my soul from me They pay with dime; with dime– Did my flesh buries far beneath to… Nor behold a light; who shall see… I bellow at thee who mourn or weep…