IT’S A PROMISE
I promise, I understand how you feel. I get it! Like the tears on a wine
THAT SUBTLE SUNDAY BREEZE
It was a scorching hot day. A delicately seducing breeze left the space yearning for more.
SHREDS OF HEART
If, we could draw my heart, It would look like the rugs my grandma made, With
Memories
As we advance in life, the way we remember things changes. The thoughts, feelings and judgements
My Volition
My volition won’t let me down; Through the obstacles and The mirages of a bound success,
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