My Own Mother.
Who for the dream of me, Got her searching. Who for the want of me, Recognizes him.....
Woman - Poem.
Characterized by beauty. Categorized as an angel. Graced with curves, And strides with style....
Time - Poem...
’m a part you can’t do without. An entity of immeasurable worth. A unit of the highest value....
Sight Building Emotions.
From a sight, it all started, And then, the building began. craving for more, I became unrest....
A Feel Of Completeness.
In time immemorial, I’ve dreamt of a time, A time of a privileged completeness, A time of...
A Clipping Painting
She's 5.7 feet that is, 174 centimetres tall. Her complexion takes the colour of the morning sun.
This Is Christmas
This is not Xmas. There is no X in Christ. And there can be no Mas in X, For Christ is Christ...
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