When breeze stroke her hair, and her fingers ran through that wine.
As red as this blood is, her facial framing was divine.
As strong as I feel, I am not decent with looks.
My ...

All your talk of mountains and lakes,
though you’re yet to walk through these
ribbons in my hands, this garland
of sunflowers an...

After committing yet another awkward blunder as a kid, my mom used to pat my back gently, and offer me consoling words of wisdom: “Don’t beat yourself up.  You’re only hum...