How nice it is to stroll,
with a bundle of nostalgic thoughts,
through the seclusion, through the imagination,
What do I know? everywhere.
How nice it is to look at the trees,
with a mind full of enlightenment,
from the bank of the river
where we sit on the rock
How nice it is to look at the sky
as the night falls,
and eye birds...
About Me
I am an avid creative writer with a sound professional background and outstanding flair for different languages
