Just like leaves in the autumn and snow in the winter,
I fall for you over and over again.
seasons
A Middle Eastern Sunrise
Original PoetryI felt you in the Eastern sunrise
just as I felt you in the Western sunset,
but you weren’t there.
I saw you in the overlapping mountain peaks
and in the layer of mist caressing the snow-capped tips,
but you still weren’t there.
I sensed you in the mid-winter breeze
as it lashed it’s claws onto my skin
but you weren’t there next to me.
How can one be everywhere
without being anywhere at all?
The Day After the Storm
Original PoetryEven after a thunderstorm,
the sun will shine
and we’ll go home
and it will be
okay.
– Brandon Villasenor
PoetryI believethe oceanonce belongedto the moon,and that it fell,falling intothe earth.That is whythe moonis consistentlypulling onto it,ceaselesslytrying totouch itonce more.
Violent Beauty
Violet
Original PoetryPerhaps I just fell in love
with the sensation of his lips on my ear,
his breath on my skin
as he whispered my name,
whilst I watched a pink sky
blend into
violet.
Christmas In London!
Project LondonI don’t think there is anything more beautiful than the city of London during the festive period. The atmosphere buzzes with excitement and tourism as Christmas draws closer by each day, and although the crowds get bigger, there is nowhere else I’d rather spend Christmas than in my home city. A truly spectacular sight at night, too.
Panoramic view of Oxford Street
Outside Selfridges, Oxford Street
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