Whom to thank first seems like running on ice as I turn fifty today Who gave me birth, or raised me up, enriched with education, or the one who completed me Seems like a plethora of people behind this women entrepreneur single mother runway Abandoned by my birth parents, given ...
The past beckoned once again Through memory lanes, immortal I saw us in love, insane. Our first kiss under the fountain When the sky turned into hues of purple The past beckoned once again Through life’s every mountain When we lost every battle I saw us in love, insane The ...
~a coven of creative characters~
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