“Dreams are like the paints of a great artist. Your dreams are your paints, the world is your canvas. Believing, is the brush that converts your dreams into a masterpiece of reality.”
That's remind me also on how my older sister died due to that beast,....my lovable sister suffer of pain and she close her eyes with tears and I know she is sad because she's leaving without assurance on how her four little kids grows without her tender cares.
This is so well written -- this is one beast I wish I could kill with my bare hands.
ReplyDeleteso sensibly written amity, liked it..:)
ReplyDeletekeep writing..
That's remind me also on how my older sister died due to that beast,....my lovable sister suffer of pain and she close her eyes with tears and I know she is sad because she's leaving without assurance on how her four little kids grows without her tender cares.
ReplyDeleteAmias:
ReplyDeletewhat can I say but thank you sooooo....very much!
am so afraid you have the beast in you? is it Amias?
Prams:
ReplyDeletethank you and yes, i will keep on writing!
:)
Windel:
ReplyDeleteoh really? how sad is your story...i almost cried with your words...
be supportive of her kids coz that's the best you can give to her family that she left...
my deepest sympathy...
Windel:
ReplyDeleteoh really? how sad is your story...i almost cried with your words...
be supportive of her kids coz that's the best you can give to her family that she left...
my deepest sympathy...
Very nicely written. Having a mom that passed from breast cancer, this poem was very easy to relate to.
ReplyDeleteHello MIssy...
ReplyDeleteIs Melissa, Missy?
...thanks Missy, I wanna your Poetic Travel Zones, am i qualified? do lemme know dear...
:)
Hi Ofira,
ReplyDelete...of really? my sympathy dear...
...me? i have this real fear coz i learned that once you have one suffering the family, it runs through...it's in the blood already...
...let's just cross our fingers that God will spare us from the beast...!
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