How was it...
Across the vast seas...

Words, one's defender
yet tends to blunder...

Babies are god's miraculous gift
sent to us with many blessings...

..............Red
..........sky fades...

I can withstand
the ill words...

From wall to wall without space to breathe
we are cramped to fill each page...

Slowly letting go of the pain
washing past's stain...

Disliked
hearts wed with smiles...

A sanctuary of silence
where beauty breathes among trees...

Desperate for your arms,
where I can curl like a kitten...

In the lap of nature
peace serenades...

Rumors,
spread like fire...