Poems from seideusa
Colored snapshots frozen in time. Sunny days filled with tinkling wind chimes. Cold, clear snowy days; Fall, foggy mornings burdened with a...
Ethereal are our dreams, though solid they may seem. They lead us to new places, they let us see old faces. Our dreams can be prophesies...
It is my right. For it I will fight. I will defend it with all my might. I write because it is my dream. To bed reality to what it doesn't...
My heart was once a fortified city- nothing could break me. A heart as hard as steel- nothing could I feel. Then once I had a dream of...
Writing has been around for a time that measures long, it is in the word, story, song. Writing is something special to me, it lives for...