Bliss is in a very unusual situation. She has just moved into a new place and made new friends (this is still a work in progress and im trying to decide where im going with this..)
He searched, and searched frantically for his mother. All alone he continued searching, but suddenly heard a bang. The next minute he found himself on the forest ground. The grass near him was slowly turning a crimson red. He felt pain that was like cold ice shooting through his little body. He tried calling........
24 Gedichte für 24 Rosen: Dieser virtuelle Garten spiegelt den realen Garten meiner Mutter.
24 poems form a virtual garden, mirroring my mother's actual rosegarden.
We human are just only as tiny as dust on earth.
Life is fragile, variable, helpless sometimesssssss.......
Still, we have to put our hearts at the right place and a sense of justice ALWAYSSSSSSS
Hope to see a better human nature on earth !!!!!!!
This is important to everyone who reads my books and shizz. You have to read this or you will be left thinking 'What fudge sticks did that book go?!'
A SONG FOR TUT
Was ist das, mit meinem Traum?
Mein Traum ist meine Realität?
Mein Leben ist nicht real?
Mein Traum ist mein Weg.
Was ist dein Traum?
Was ist dein Weg?
My
All..
The Nik, evil warriors who were killed in battle, have been barred from entering the ancestral haven for centuries. So when they take their frustration out o the city of Takoradze, three )komfo Ko are forced to do battle with them.
History of the Christmas season.
Bliss is in a very unusual situation. She has just moved into a new place and made new friends (this is still a work in progress and im trying to decide where im going with this..)
He searched, and searched frantically for his mother. All alone he continued searching, but suddenly heard a bang. The next minute he found himself on the forest ground. The grass near him was slowly turning a crimson red. He felt pain that was like cold ice shooting through his little body. He tried calling........
24 Gedichte für 24 Rosen: Dieser virtuelle Garten spiegelt den realen Garten meiner Mutter.
24 poems form a virtual garden, mirroring my mother's actual rosegarden.
We human are just only as tiny as dust on earth.
Life is fragile, variable, helpless sometimesssssss.......
Still, we have to put our hearts at the right place and a sense of justice ALWAYSSSSSSS
Hope to see a better human nature on earth !!!!!!!
This is important to everyone who reads my books and shizz. You have to read this or you will be left thinking 'What fudge sticks did that book go?!'
A SONG FOR TUT
Was ist das, mit meinem Traum?
Mein Traum ist meine Realität?
Mein Leben ist nicht real?
Mein Traum ist mein Weg.
Was ist dein Traum?
Was ist dein Weg?
My
All..
The Nik, evil warriors who were killed in battle, have been barred from entering the ancestral haven for centuries. So when they take their frustration out o the city of Takoradze, three )komfo Ko are forced to do battle with them.
History of the Christmas season.