She picked me up out of my crib and held me close to her body. She always gave…
I’m Cassandra as I’m writing this, helpless and friendless, in a palace where nothing is…
Poem | Life | Inspiration
Life is Mistry,
I see the childrenAs they leave the brick and glass school structureA symbol of order and…
The complete tale is life,there are smiles served witha dash of sorrows of all kinds.Flavors…