Made with a shattered heart that could renew itself, Upon dried tears and a wish. Upon possibilities of what could be. Through the eyes of a child, Visions danced of a soul being free. That little girl from long ago, … Continue reading →
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Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?
La poesía es la casa del ser.
As opposed to a “not thinking chitalia”
A storyteller with a poetic heart
The Poetry of Emotion
Seeking Solace in the horizon of life & beyond
FOR A NEW TOMORROW