The Cycle of the Depressed (Poetry)

Recognition is just a game we play Here in our inventive space Of elves and shards That dance to tunes Of roses and flutes With melodies That shine above All mountain tops Even as the sun Pokes fun at us From a height That reaches galaxies And destines Of shooting stars From time to time…

Destiny (Poetry)

They stared at each other contemplating their existence when a magnificent view grabbed their attention. Their lives came to focus when they realized life is a work of art worth every breath. ┬ę