My Life's work. Dreams, hope and all.
This is my small collection of poetry over the years that i have not thrown away or lost. All of these have deep meaning to me and a long history. Even with a few of these, i won small awards in my state. I am proud of my work and would gladdly...
The Shadow and The Angel
He arose from the shadows of death's door, Blue eyes, ruby gold spilled upon the floor. Lifeblood dripped down from marks on his wrist, Colors of newfound shades and hues now exist. To the window, he rushed over to peer, Before his eyes did...