In shadows cast by youthful fears,
A tale of lessons learned through tears...
Since she was born, she was raised to succeed
Where both of her parents would always exceed...
Is it a choice,
To allow the winds of other’s storms...
From the origin of talk
We've spoken of love...
The thread
A poem a day, a painting in three...
My darkest days gives pain
A simple yet dying days...
I won't let time claim a win
And be the enemy...
Orson Welles,
a man...
Sometimes frustration
Is hard to ignore...
Love yourself... when it’s hard...
See the beauty in parts...
Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through...
Seeds sewn were weeds are growing
Make easy going a need for knowing...