Serenity

Be still, my aching heart You have weathered far too many storms To allow this one to break you. Be still, my wandering mind You are filled with so many wonders Yet to be discovered Be still, my wayward soul Life goes on and The sun still rises and There will come a better tomorrow.

Bloom

Darling, stop and smell the roses. Dare to bloom against all the rain and cold the storms of time place in your way. Blossom, for the world needs your colours, your vibrance.

The Wanderer

Restless Frantic Vagabond, They called him. Settle down, Find love, They told him. But he was in love, He said. He was in love with his freedom. He was in love, Not only with the castles of Europe, Or the forests of Brazil, The beaches of the Bahamas, The temples of India, But all of … More The Wanderer