most of us are lost cubshurting and scarring.fragile thingsinsidemaybe, our lifewe're livingis a sadlieoutit goesto find loveself-exploring
graceful manoeuvres ofgentle warmth and protection,auditor of my rantswings kept me close, surrounded.grateful for your kindness, mom I'm grateful for My Mother
Daisy,You bloom.Bloom inside my heartAs I close my eyesDaisy,So pure and brightShining ForthYour wondrous lightAll I knowIs that I’ll stayGazing at your beautyMesmerizedFresh and perfumedSo...