I - fond of red fragrance; the rose of red color rains; a softness that bleeds of imperial thoughts; so time never ends where red lovers fought; the cry of clean red rubs emotions real; everything so softly leaves natural.
Here is a poetry collection. These works may or may not have been posted at various poetry forums on the internet. This poetry page is a poetic vision. I've been writing all my life. I am a self-made poetess. Poetry is a passion.
