
brings your scent to me;
Every bird that sings
calls out your name to me;
Every dream that appears
brings your face to me;
Every glance at your face
has left its trace with me.
Reflections on Courage, Love and Triumph from a perspective of a child on the downside of advantage through poetry, creativity, recognition and achievements.
1 comment:
Spent the night reading through most of your posts. You write beautifully, and I just thought you should hear that! Looking forward to more. :)
Keep it up!
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