Wide-eyed in wonder, Ella beholds the world. “How old are you?” her grandfather asks. She holds up five fingers. Ella traces her grandfather’s mosaic of wrinkles,
By Nnhh2 years ago in Poets
i love my everything that you disdain that scares you, i can tell your contempt for me is daylight plain . words slide silk-like inside my brain
In the quiet dawn where dreams ignite, A spirit forged in determined light. With sleeves rolled up and eyes ablaze, In the arena of effort, where greatness plays.
