"Words are the brushstrokes of my heart, and poetry is the canvas of my soul." - Alicia
In the quietude of twilight's gentle hush, A tale of youth, like a whispered rush, Unfolds in the heart of a young soul's dream,
By Alicia Willemse2 years ago in Fiction
In moments of impulse, I'm set free, A wild spirit, untamed, you see. I follow my heart, wherever it leads, Through fields of flowers or tangled reeds.
