Home is where/
Hills roll into mountains/
Where mountains whisper to the clouds…

Rare Rose

Dear Rare Rose,/
Is the world heavy on your shoulders?/
I’ll bear it for you…

Half empty or Half Full?

You can say whatever you want. That you’re an optimist so you see the glass as half full or you’re a pessimist and you see the glass as half empty, but in all honesty, no one knows what it is unless they know whether the glass will be filled or emptied…