My writing is like 2% milk.
For you my growing son — the colour of my joy
Note: This blog post has been a long time coming. I’ve related this story to several other founders who…
She was no symphony, but with eyes closed.. her next to me,
What are these?
One piece of paper
for now, one is all I need
The current times
Don’t favor our love;
I love you
You love me
But we can’t believe each other
And we stay apart
So love you in another era
Gazing into the vastness of the sky