Waves rise, reaching through infinite skies; a journey through your eyes, undisguised. Rhythms live, a place that cannot simply be described; full of life nestled inside
Travelling sensation, elation, devastation. Point of creation; made from stars and beyond explanation
Wondrous world, hidden, disguised; eyes look past the present, couldn’t understand the message; devoid of pleasance, but ever blessing. No need for guessing; lookin back stressin, forward messin. Look for the lesson, search the question
Infinity whispers, listen to the rain; there’s no distance between our plains. Hear the song again; sounds you can’t explain
Creation’s rise lies there in your eyes, unrestrained
About the Creator
NoBody
Just words and rhythm
OF MOTHERHOOD.
Dear mother-to-be, I wanted to let you know how very, very special I think you are. I don't think there can be any job that is more meaningful than the one you are about to begin, that of being a mom. You are the most important person in the world to your precious unborn baby, and you will be for many years.
By Catherine Nyomenda7 days ago in Writers
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