Hour – 16 Running behind the confusing feelings, Again behind the same tortures, How will the feeling disappear, well, How can I confess my sorrow to my stubborn mind, How do I persuade a stubborn mind, No love, where there is only sorrow You will…

A lifetime of love For my child that will never be born, for my heart that I have never known. I would give up a lifetime of love for myself, if that meant for the children of tomorrow to live life freely. Without fearing an…

  mischief had greeted a half-hearted smile     Source: A blackout poem culled out from Pg. 89 from the novel, Secrets in a Burracombe by Lilian Harry.

Stare into the void and find what stares back See into your soul to learn what you are made of Search the recess of your mind to find whatever may be left

As always, we move forward obstacles are always there, always will be we go over, through, or around them Tell us no – someone always does – tell them in no uncertain terms your ‘YES’ what is at stake here is you, yourself You are…

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