This will take you on a ride in to my past and present,
my loves and pains, my life journey.
I have been writing in my journal since I was 16 years old. Somehow, over the years, words have become my masterful gift of expression, uniting my truth with ripples of pleasure. As I write, my emotions come alive, my thoughts begin to breath, and my words can burn. If they called painting – silent poetry, then poetry must be paintings that can speak. In all her shades and colors. Unapologetic.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty, in words.
Edgar Allan Poe
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