Poems from homira

"Actions planned are never completed" was the constant whisper of the snow the falling snow that reflects the falling tears slipping away...
They say that your life is in your hands and those hands carry your future, but in reality that future reflects your past and in actuality...
Death, is a jealous fellow he has no age, grace, nor liking it considers not woe, nor sorrow he displays a complete arbitrary arrival he...
In compensation for God's creation it is our duty to act as slaves, but with this everlasting hesitation we are forever trapped in a cave....