everyday I heal
and find that sorrow has helped
me choose happiness
and the hand of death itself
has opened the door to life
me, my pen and paper
everyday I heal
and find that sorrow has helped
me choose happiness
and the hand of death itself
has opened the door to life
I am all ages; the timeless sea... One with nature, the breeze and the trees... Sparks of fire are the soul of me; I'm all that was, is and will be. © Author of Dark River - a deluge of poetry. View all posts by Isha Garg
Yes, nice happenings.
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How true that is! 💕
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So happy for you Isha! Xo
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Thanks, Carol! xoxo
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