a passionate scriber and wishful bread earner.
A beautiful poem dedicated to my mother and all the things she taught me.
I’m a believer who denies worshipping the lord but listens to a soft voice that guides me. But it wasn't God with me, it was you- listening and guiding.
Going back to one's hometown can often bring up a great deal of memories and quiet reminiscing as we appreciate the home of our past selves.
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