: About Me

I am a Fine Artist.

My passion is ...

Digging for knowledge

I know too much about ...

life.

My parents always told me ...

to be obedient and hardworking.

My childhood ambition ...

to be a doctor, an artist, an actress, a poet, a graphic designer.

My favorite memory ...

runnig through the field of sweet smelling goldenrods, seing spring field of tulips.

Why I write ...

because I enjoy it, and because I think I can.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Ancient history. World's misteries.

My first job ...

An art teacher at public school.

My best moment ...

The moment fo mutual love.

My inspiration ...

People who love life.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories

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When lonely days surround like a crew, Your tired mind's upset and bruised, Let go of sadness. Why remember less Of what consisted long and fruitful past? As time progresses, why remember less Days when you were touched with tenderness, When voices trembled, eyes were filled with glee And answered you ditto to lover's plea. The eras change, but not the memories Of happy times with kisses-liveliers, When deep in love you so easy drowned, When you were queen by your beloved crowned. Let whispers live, let tenderness remain To soothe stray pulse in your retired veins. Recall, so you can feel ...

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