LETTERS TO MYSELF
DEAR SON, LETTER 3: HOPE AND DREAM
Dear Son, I know patience is fast slipping through your fingers, And hope feels like a mirage. They call you a failure, But they don’t know the picture we saw, The vows entwined […]
Dear Son, I know patience is fast slipping through your fingers, And hope feels like a mirage. They call you a failure, But they don’t know the picture we saw, The vows entwined […]
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