Unburdened of hope

Tied I amwith the strings of lifestanding on the cliff,miserably happybecause I feel unburdenedof the yoke of hope

Liberating souls…

He wasn’t expecting to see her, in that state and at that place. She was not okay. He managed to see through her traces of betrayal and shame lying under those undying marks of beauty that stimulated the fantastical imaginations when he first sight on her. The difference being the cover of that beauty on

Flames of Love

Life occurred. But it was only after promises have been made. Made when they all knew they were in love. They were breathing it. A powerful irresistible feeling that cannot be seen by the physical eyes. It cannot be seen by spiritual eyes. Yes, it’s now difficult in these days where the Spirit can be