Educator, dreamer, poet.
A pinch of positivity, Irony, hope & Satire.
Bold enough to use my voice, brave enough to listen to my heart, strong enough to live the life imagined.
Feather-light, dust of time's decay,
In memories' grip, we find our way,
Beneath the starlist-laden sky,
Waves of longing in my mind's eye.
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In the still of night, I find myself in query,
Is this urban ‘abode' indeed, or just a ghostly theory?
Where do the echoes of familiar sounds now dwell?
Gossip, giggles, and huddling stories we used to tell.
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