The forest seemed black in the distance, like a thick wall that prevented the passage, and little by little, upon coming closer, its dark color began to turn into green foliage, protecting between...

How bored the afternoon is feeling lost in the park, slowly dropping her handkerchief, green lace dark and refreshing. Everything is so calm, perhaps a little durment with such a simple fragrance...

i I wish this baby, flannel, oatmeal, bells, Balloons a kite, a bike, a cat, a phone . I wish her tryouts, outfits, ocean swells And dances, love notes, babies of her own. But dare I wish...

Drowning in a sea of sadness
With all my strength I hold back the tears
My chest aches, my throat tightened,
as a melancholic melody sings in my head.
Always yearning to...

Religious and spiritual poem by parish poet Peter Menkin:
Spring has sprung, clocks go forward...

Talking about the weather, we have rain again. Spring is here, it arrived on...