Dedicted writer with a visionary impact.
In hues unseen by some, we bloom, Where love is light, not bound by room. No walls to hold, no lines to trace, Just open hearts and endless space.
By Writes.Kabout a year ago in Poets
Their spirits are high and their hearts are steeled. They protect the sky, the sea, and the land. Through conflicts they have fought and won,
When the sun goes down, the sky With hues of gold and crimson light, The day’s last breath, a gentle sigh, As dusk paints wonder in the sky.
