Poems from gramir39
The voice, oh how lovely it is, let's you speak,
speak your mind that is,
why not speak your soul
your soul is yoruself, one which...
As I ponder about the essence of beauty,
I take a look at my mother's hands, oh how rough they are, filled wiht hard work
My thoughts go...
As I ponder about the essence of beauty,
I take a look at my mother's hands, oh how rough they are, filled wiht hard work
My thoughts go...