Do you ever think about what could've been, walking through these old halls bring the memories back like crashing waves on a summer's day. You stood there without a clue, the world in your hand and ...

Been a while but felt an ounce of inspiration. Enjoy the sweetness of this short piece. Please

This is perhaps the first part in a series I may or may not write. Please let me know if you think i should continue with this or not?

The rose is red, and forever it blooms and boast of love only thought of in our dreams. Now the snow is white, it is pure, its’ innocence intact not bleached with humanities stain. The life of snow is...

Transformation of the song "Empty Chairs" by Don McLean. Wrote the story and have not proof read, have fun.

Just a bit of snow.

I wonder, a letter from Zeus to Cronus?

Just playing with nursery rhymes.

Love is short, for life is short. Shakespeare spoke of a summers day being compared to his beauty (romantic interest) but it cannot be, as a summers day is short, one cannot express there love and all...