Not Because of December
I ceased to love you back in June,
Yet you appeared that cold December...
Poetry Collection
A journey through words and emotions
Where Fragrance Meets Bloom
She is fragrance—destined to drift,
a whisper in wind, a tender lift...
Whispers in the Wind
In the stillness of the night,
Where shadows dance and dreams take flight...
The Final Piece
She wasn't love at first sight, no spark,
But something about her left a mark...
The Weight of Dreams
The clouds had finally drifted away,
The stars bright enough to challenge the bay...