The night.

Night had fallen. Laying on the grass with flowers in her hair which was imperfectly braided by him. The night stood still as ever. A few birds now and then chirruping, could be heard. The scent of the daisy’s overpowered, amidst the other flowers. As the breeze blew softly and strands of her hair came…

IN THE CORE OF ALL WEAKNESS LIES STRENGTH DIVINE.

I can cry myself a river and rise back as a storm, and yet you think I am weak? My heart may be fragile but not my courage, I hold an iron will power to win battles of any kind. Yet you think I am weak!   Annadine Charles. ( Dedicated to all you strong…

SHE

SHE She is  beautiful and strong, She is bold and wise, She is humble and modest, She can turn impossible to possible, She is in no way less but always more, She is the wonder woman in every woman.   © by Tracy Joan Reid. ( If you agree do like and comment bellow )…