Poetry Collection 1
Whenever I feel downor spirits risen up,I voice my joys,my longings,my hopesinto wordsthat craft a true man'spenmanship*Top 20 winner of the Poetry Contest…
Whenever I feel downor spirits risen up,I voice my joys,my longings,my hopesinto wordsthat craft a true man'spenmanship*Top 20 winner of the Poetry Contest…
The human spirit is one of ability, perseverance and courage that no disability can steal away...The cover credits go to @Marco_is_to_Blame…
The momentwords keep flowing,I drag my penthroughout the paper.Tacenda:(n)Things better left unsaid/matters to be passed over in silence…
They don't have any memory of their mother. Their house is void of any picture of her and their father is very adamant in not talking about her. Then, a nanny comes to take care of them. But her and their father keep something serious in the shadows... Would the children be able to uncover the gospel truth?…
Friendship is a bumpy road, and travelling through to the end together is what matters...*Second place winner of the Belle Letre Awards…
A story that will make you have faith in god. No more descriptions..... Just a heartfelt story for you.…