Sometimes you cross the path
With true Angels...
The ones that pick you from the floor
And help you stand up
And clean the dust from your knees
And let you cry in their shoulders
And pray with you
For you. They were by my side tonight. Sometimes they disguise
Themselves as friends. But I know better.
Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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Today I stop by this little park in my son old school. Long time ago, in this same place, I asked him and his classmates what did they wan... -
She was a " social butterfly" They say... Her days went by Flying from flower to flower Tasting the nectar of life While adorning... -
Is product of selfishness and lack of love. Started long. time ago. A brother killed his brother out of envy...and so...the War started.
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