The love ❤

The love out there Waves and giggles like a child In my direction. Am I too old for success? Am I too workaholic too be hugged? I am balanced In this work-life edge. Advertisements


Dream love

Dreaming at any time of the day Opens a window in a stale room Filled with old ideas and conservatives. The struggle to plan the future Is amplified at each step By the stories and free advices Of those Who had little to explore in their days But care and are afraid Now.

The new year fell on us

The data are running wild chasing each other in the living room, the words of the manuscript are looking for a closure among the glassware, and another year passed. Attending the details left from the year of the focus, the new year fell on us with clarity and love.