Walks of life? They aren’t bothered with the acrid smell of manure while admiring the beauty of their garden, yet the feelings are never tepid when the rich see the neighboring poor man’s colony as a bane in their lives.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.