There is a tiny
Little flower
That returns
Every year
After the deep frost
Is gone.
She grows back strong
And adorns this place
With its sweet smells
And just for few months
She mades the garden
Her home...
Then winter comes
And that flower
Once again is gone
Her name if you ask me
Is love...sweet love...
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... -
I am done with the drama people that run around the world pretending to be who they are not... I am done with the emotional needy... eve...
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She was a " social butterfly" They say... Her days went by Flying from flower to flower Tasting the nectar of life While adorning...
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