The zenith of words

Words. They hold so much vigour, The power to create, the power to destroy. Words. They are the instrument of expression Painting every emotion. Words. They are music to the ears Creating a rhapsody to remember. Words. They are a writer’s pride A priceless gift from the muse. Words. They hold life and meaning And…

Yellow sunshine in a drop

In the backyard of the blue house a vibrant bed of grass covers the ground. Wispy dandelions fly across, with no particular path In the midst of a balmy summer day.

Xian

It is always a story that chooses us and gives us the opportunity to give it life. From ages ago when history began to take shape, and culture unfolded like a gilded carpet The people we met, the milestones we crossed The discoveries and the wonders of the Universe, We gather those memories, those awe-filled…

Life for the win

Some days you notice the rain and not the rainbow, Some days struggles scream louder than victory And the journey seems tedious when you can’t see the destination.