TornA Poem by BellaBr In dillema
A pristine glow...
Is it real?? Full of promises yet luks empty wat does the future hold? A glimmer of hope, faith...trust is it different this tym? Can i let down my defence or up my walls? Time tells... To cry, bite my lip n sort myself out © 2012 BellaBr |
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BellaBrEldoret, Rift valley, KenyaAboutAn introvert with a sense of humour and mockery of hard times in her young life, but she has great dreams and a long way to go, trusting God that all will be well at last more..Writing
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