my heart

She dreams of dancers Colorful birds in flight But when she wakes up Will she be alright

hold each day in your hand it is a precious flower cherish the seconds, the minutes, the hours savor every breath not knowing which wi...

i hope that egypt does not trade one form of tyranny for another, as the iranian people did. a yoke of oppression is what it is, be it cloak...

the dancer moves where shadows abound the dancer grooves noone is around the dancer spins and twirls and flies the dancer grins dance...

time is a gift that rules with thrift time makes the rules for the wise and the fools time is the leader we follow, blind skating i...

a reflection is more than what we see it is deeper than the surface visibility it opens up the heart, inspires the mind to ask what secre...