Your pretty face reminds me of the sun, When she rose from the back of many hills Dragging her gold blanket before farms So if I am to paint this beautiful muse I would imagine sunrise over wheat fields And fast approaching evening when birds fly home
Day: December 3, 2020
tumbleweeds I send Love is a waterfall with A river behind come back to me in the end
Gratitude is Life Every morning we wake up to the greatest gift we have: the gift of Life. Every living being on this beautiful planet, including you and me, is blessed with life. Life is a limited period we have been given on this planet to find and fulfill our purpose. The funny thing is […]
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