BOND Yesteryear feel remains fresh in bond.. where no four walls to prison anyone's soul.
DEW Transparent drops are still clinging at the edge of pink petal a feel that sooths heart beat.
TENTATIVE Time crawls rudely... life hangs at the end of uncertainity... Ah..let THEE plant a way to wind up this tentative hour.... Let us live.
RAIN The ivory lines blurred the surrounding... through the open feel heart wet in the rain and body still dry... within manmade shade... rain pours endlessly without caring the surface ...heart or soil... creativity stays alive..
WORD Fumbling for expression word roves... before that word stays dormant under the canopy of emotion....
A Mother, an Artist, a Poet, a Writer and an avid Dreamer… One who paint words and translates...
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