STRENGTH IN THE STORM
THE SHATTERED REFLECTION 😥😥😥
LOVE BEYOND BLOOD ❤️❤️❤️❤️
THE RHYTHM WITHIN THE ALLIENS 99
THE DEVIL AND THE BLUE SEA
FLYING WITHOUT FEATHERS
When Questions Pray
HEART NEEDS HEART ❤️❤️❤️
LOVE OVERSHADOWED BY PAIN
THE BLAZING FIRE
FUEL YOUR PASSION
THE FULLY ESCAPE MIND
THE AMBITIOUS HEART
Eunice, today is all about you,
Happy Birthday, Eunice! 🎂
Eunice, today is all about you,
A friend who has always been steady and true.
Through laughter, through tears, through every little thing,
You have made my world brighter, you make my heart sing.
I just want to say thank you for being there,
For your love, your care, for always sharing.
You lift me up when I feel down,
You turn my worries into smiles, not frowns.
On your special day, I wish you all the best,
Happiness, love, and time to rest.
May your dreams come alive, your heart feel light,
And may every moment be pure delight.
From me to you, straight from the heart:
Happy Birthday, Eunice — you are a true work of art! ❤️
Love You Well
MY LAST DESIRE
Your smile holds a light that touches the soul.
In the dark, your hands find me,
A Spell of True Love Shaping My Heart with Quiet Power
THE GOLDEN COUPLES
NOT EVEN DISABILITY EXIST HIS TALENT "TOUCHER"
THE EYES OF THE EGG
LEADERSHIP CIRCLE
THE FLAME OF PEACE
THE WET ROAD
Midnight drips on the asphalt, a silver ribbon unspooling ,
Each puddle a mirror to a sky that never sleeps.
Footsteps echo, soft as whispers, chasing shadows that linger
between the flicker of streetlamps and the sigh of rain.
The road remembers every secret it has swallowed—
the rustle of a lover’s coat, the promise of a vanished train.
Mist curls around the tires, blurring the line between now
and the stories that lie beneath the surface of the night.
A lone lantern swings, casting halos that dance on the glaze,
revealing fleeting silhouettes—an old saxophone player, a forgotten diary,
a pair of eyes that flicker like distant constellations,
watching, waiting for a passenger who never arrives.
The water pools around cracked cobblestones, forming portals,
each ripple a portal to another time where the road was dry,
where laughter rang louder than thunder, and love was a promise
etched in chalk before the storm washed it away.
And when the first light of dawn kisses the horizon,
the wet road shimmers, a ghost of itself,
still holding the echo of midnight’s mysteries,
inviting you to walk again—if only to hear its silent song.
Beneath the amber glow, a stray cat pads silently,
its paws leaving fleeting prints that dissolve before sunrise.
A distant train whistles, its echo swallowed by the rain,
leaving only the road’s low hum as a lullaby for wanderers.
In the gutter, a discarded ticket flutters like a moth,
its destination unknown, its promise unclaimed.
The road sighs, a soft susurrus of tires long gone,
and the night folds its velvet curtain over the city’s secrets.
The rain‑killed lantern flickers, casting a brief eclipse,
and for a heartbeat the street becomes a river of glass,
reflecting a sky that isn’t there—stars that whisper, “turn back,”
while a lone figure steps forward, silhouette swallowed by mist.
A distant clock strikes thirteen, its echo trapped in puddles,
each drop a tiny drumbeat of time slipping away.
The wet road shivers, as if remembering footsteps that never left,
and the night leans in, offering secrets only the rain can hear.




























































