Blessed promises
I can not stop being a poet when listening to sing those wonders to our Mother… I can not stop being better devoted, to the feeling, … Continue reading Blessed promises
I can not stop being a poet when listening to sing those wonders to our Mother… I can not stop being better devoted, to the feeling, … Continue reading Blessed promises
When you look at me… the sky flutters as my sorrows and my fears, the stars turn on their tinkle… You look at me and I … Continue reading When you look at me…