Snows are not yet coming, my loves White forests are on their way to charm all senses Tulips are… Read more I’ll Craft the Stones, You’ll Polish the Sculptures

In a fine morning, a bird stood in the meadow Alone, she’s standing near wild flowers’ shadow She might be… Read more A Bird in the Meadow

In the cold mist, the sea waves hum its soothing song While the seafarers keep seeking the tides that they long… Read more Wind Chasers