Poems from gramir39

The voice, oh how lovely it is, let's you speak,  speak your mind that is,  why not speak your soul your soul is yoruself, one which...
As I ponder about the essence of beauty,  I take a look at my mother's hands, oh how rough they are, filled wiht hard work My thoughts go...
As I ponder about the essence of beauty,  I take a look at my mother's hands, oh how rough they are, filled wiht hard work My thoughts go...