I lived a life of faith and trust,
of hopes and despair
of times and moments,
where my soul talked in
the language of the earth.
I believed in me and almighty,
in flowing tears, and innocent smiles.
I smiled and cried, when I was happy or sad
kept my book open, indifferent to,
whether it was good or bad.
I tore myself into thousand parts,
drowned into the oceans of life.
I lived many lives, in every breath I took,
I am may be incomplete.. but not insignificant.
I am much too blessed and much too loved and much too occupied to miss you.
Catch-up #12 - Hello, bewdas and bewdis! I usually do a catch-up post right after I receive a concerned email from a bewda or two asking why I've fallen off the face of t...
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