Sometimes, love arrives in the smallest package, and leaves the biggest space behind.
Zen came to me with a mission only he quite understood — and in fulfilling it, he restored me.
This is a tribute to the soft wonder he was.
-
This poem is a celebration of my muse— his magical presence stirs my soul and inspires my heart. My creativity blossoms as I embrace his pre... -
Sometimes, love arrives in the smallest package, and leaves the biggest space behind. Zen came to me with a mission only he quite understo... -
THE PASSAGE TO FLIGHT Every emotion is a wing in disguise. Anger — a storm wind. In its gusts, it fuels the courag...