CRY OF THE GOLDEN ROSE
CRY OF THE GOLDEN ROSE I weep for myself, the golden rose, from the North to the South For my voice has become faint and no one is...
Reflection
Reflection… I trade down memory lane, I think of the moments we had and some I imagined with my brain. I remember vividly of how we use...
Not So Pleasant
Not So Pleasant Even I thought I could, Well my will power motivated me. I had made up my mind uncordially with my heart Maybe I...
It is never easy…
It is never easy… Teaching an old dog new tricks, Is never a child’s play. This refer to all other hard things. Most importantly...
