In the arms of the Gods,I’m not bored at all.Beautiful descending sky,gently touching my flowers.The sun comes to…
In the quiet haze of morning, I find myself adrift, lost in the subtle blue, a…
“In the stillness of peace, uncertainties soften and…
In the quiet hush of morning’s breath, where the sun kisses the horizon gently, I see…
I am healed from the scars that once defined me from the echoes of past wounds that…
I drifted off to the hum of the bus,fields of lavender and wheat,unfurled beneath a sky of amber,
Hey! You,caught in the whirlwindof thoughts and moments,where whispers of doubtmeet the echoes…
In the face of adversity, even the oldest roots can find new…
In the quiet of dawn, where shadows play,