Rebirth and the dawn of a new day. Stirring gentle rustling of leaves The air misty touched my face Fresh scent of flowers filled the air Awakened to the songs of birds
An internal conflict---torn between culture and one's heart. Though I hardly know you Though I never met you But your spirit calls to me Excited!!! I leaped thro Reached but touched a mist
A woman's struggle with Myasthenia Gravis, her betrayal by loved ones, true friendship and her determination to rise like the Phoenix from the ashes of her defeat
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