Bestow your mercy upon thee,
Let the feeble wings spring out,
Of the scared back, and three
sacred words will leave thy mouth
to nurture the lonesome soul
that yearns to make itself whole.
we wrote and forged through the life of love and loss...
Motherhood and Addiction
A writer with no name 👽
writer, reader, naturelover, conservationist
I am a cocktail mixed of Fire & Ice. I can be an angel & become a devil next moment, But trust me if you are good to me u will see my wings.
Adorn the Traditional
my sweet escape