A most beautiful little green frog swims quietly and so gracefully
While his eyes gaze gently on a mountain looming in the distance.
He’s at ease as he swims in a deep forest pond warmed by the sun.
Lost catching flies inside the shadows as an echo holds on to a
Certain gentle stillness within him humming with burning sighs.
This little green frog was called “Froggy” by Mother Nature,
And he was her little precious star-light promise of pretty colors.
Froggy was the Gem of Her Eyes: handsome, funny and intelligent
With kindness so overwhelming and a soft-touching tenderness.
He was talkative, and quiet princely by his apparent noble mien.
Froggy had a divine hope and destiny to wish for a dream princess.
Mother Nature knew that “Her Froggy” was indeed so magical as
His golden fingers of light painted a rainbow array of new born life.
“Her Froggy” was much more than a mere amphibian in this life,
Although he was dark green and sprinkled with light black spots.
Froggy lay on a lily leaf faraway as his thoughts sailed freely into
Another world, where his most infectious and funny smile made him
Quite popular and noticeable to a beautiful young fairy princess who
Was smitten instantly with his looks and his princely correct behavior.
For the young fairy princess it was love at first sight—and so precious!
Froggy was slowly changing and love became his desire and passion.
With a purity shone silver in streaming beauties of light pure gold
At the rainbow’s end was a bridge of his loving tears as he sang a
Melodious song of love with a supreme confidence for the princess.
Upon meeting his princess their mutual fate was woven now as one.
Mother Nature’s enchanted wish for “Her Froggy” and his princess
Was now at hand for their love and emotion were now blended as one.
All that remained was that magical kiss to make them both human.
When these two beings of wondrous beauty kissed—the very stars
And comets in Heaven above shone so brightly that night became day!
With love and the omnipotent and majestic whisk of God’s divine hand,
Froggy and his princess metamorphosed into complete human form!
This was truly a sight in Heaven itself to behold and cherish for eternity!
Now they were a royal pair: A prince and his princess in love—reflected
In the radiant colored light of a mystical rainbow of heavenly direction.
Mother Nature cried joyous tears of hope and happiness at this splendid
Occurrence, making the very rivers on Earth flow in a great abundance
With the sweetest and purest mountain spring water one could imagine!
Now as “Her Froggy”—a real prince now—kissed his princess again,
God’s angels anointed them with heavenly star dust shining so brightly!
The new prince now known as “Frederic,” and his princess took their
Royal places in human society with no one ever suspecting or knowing
From whence or where they came, and their divine relationship to
Mother Nature herself, which was her secret and their secret shared
Together and forever to the very end of time!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (July 5, 2015) (Narrative)
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
Sailing the sky-seas,
Ship of light; ship of madness;
Mother moon beguiles.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
In the northern heavens her essence so vivid
My constant seraphic star
Basking within her gloriousness warming
Cleaves to me from distances far
Guiding my pathway on night lit Earth
Keeping my course right and true
Holding back storms until I reach my safe haven
To witness the next dawn rise anew
Those nights when cover clouds her features
Her radiance rushes in on the winds
Blessing my journey seeing me home safely
Forgiving my ways absolving my sins
Morning starts breaking and my cherub starts fading
Past the horizon waters falling so deep
Awaiting the rising of her mettle so tender
Of that maternal star light unique.
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2006
My Son Moon and Star ~
Approaching the celebration of his Birth
cherishing the gift I received
within weeks of conception I knew
something amazing was in Creation ~
the Stars held a party
sending me with one of their own
Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky
It was magic It was destiny taking its flight.
In love with an October full moon
drawing and painting I liked
thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
caught in a loss of time
Hours going by as choosing my color
a wittness to three falling stars
A clear night sky sparkle's
A once Famous Star was sent
inspiring the tiny child inside ~
Never a doubt in my mind at all
child bearing was worth any pain received
yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
one to cherish and hold
My Son was born the following August ~
working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year
as the set of Leverage for 3 years .
Has done a Indie movie here
In Paris it was seen and honored
coming soon filmed in Portland ~
"The House of Last Things "
awaiting the credits , you will see
1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant
My Young Lion Mans dream ~
A proud mom I watch every show and the credits
as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
My Son & Moon and Star
A name you will all know ~
Happy Birthday to my creative Son
you will exist in my heart forever~
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Sometimes I sit and ponder
what it may be like
to have parents, not always
looking for a petty fight
the love you feel, always
being there for you
day o' night
I wake up fighting a
I feel like I am in a circus
having to jump through hoops
my parents hold
to earn their admiration and
Earning their gold star
for the day
I was a rebel since day one
not trying to conform
dancing to the beat of a
Wishing to be accepted
for who I want to be
and how I seek to spend my hours
nothing I ever do, seems to be good
They talk about "emotional deposits"
i.e. spending time with them
but they spend too much time
picking and proving
reacting wrong, saying ignorant assumptions
they push me away, each day
'further and further I go
as soon as I make enough money
They act as if my artistic mind
couldn't make money
like my dreams are distant relatives
of which I will never meet
but I strive to prove them wrong
Its bad enough being
one person versus the world
but when the army you fight
is led by your family, your blood
it's twice as hard to get up
in the morning, when the suns
rays dance on my closed
I try my best to be the kind
of person I want to be
despite their efforts to kill off
my individualistic soul
I have given up trying
to belong to which I
was born unto
I'm simply playing the game
Hoping to win, one day
the chance to be myself
as I feel emulates me,
have a proud
Mommy and Daddy
I do pray, I shall be
free to be
Heather Rose Marie
Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010
The First Gift
There’s news for the young and news for the old,
And news for a world lonely and cold,
And down through the ages this story’s been told
How Love was revealed to all.
Into the world that was full of strife
God told Mary that she would give life
To a boy-child, and become Joseph’s wife
And not to be afraid, at all.
In order to keep the law of the land,
They traveled in winter over hills, rocks and sand.
To Bethlehem they went, hand in hand
But there were no rooms for them all.
The inn keeper said, ‘I’ve no rooms inside
But out here there’s a stable; around the side,
So in you all come, it’s dry and wide.
They all trooped inside, one and all.
The donkey and ox shared their bed in the straw.
Joseph spread their blankets over the floor
He put hay in the manger, and then saw
Mary give birth in the stall.
He went to her side and beheld the sight.
In wonder he helped her through the long winter night.
They placed the babe snug and tight
In the manger; He slept through it all.
The first to hear were watchers of sheep
Wrapped up in their robes, their watch to keep,
Staying awake, they did not sleep,
Until the sun appeared over all.
While they sat in the fields all through that night,
The light from a bright star gave them a fright,
Until the messenger came within sight,
And pointed the way to the stall.
This brightest star shone across every nation;
It showed the way on this special occasion,
For three wise of men, who with elation,
Followed this star to the stall.
First shepherds, then kings entered the door
Of the humble stable, where Jesus they saw,
Among lowing cattle, in a bed of straw;
God’s brightest star; born for all.
Each offered their gifts to the one who would give
His life, so we might know how to live.
When we do wrong, with love He’ll forgive,
So we can forgive one and all.
At Christmas time, like that first gift from heaven,
There’s love received with each gift that is given,
Wrapped in fine paper and sparkling ribbon,
To remind us God’s love, shines for all.
The words set to rhyme and rearranged,
This story throughout time, unchanged.
Just as God's love has never changed,
It is here and now for all.
written by Wordancer
Copyright © J Eliza JAMES | Year Posted 2012
If I could snatch a rainbow
and put it in your hand
it would be the brightest rainbow
the fairest in the land
If I could snatch a star
out of the Milky Way
I’d give to you the brightest star
with which to light your way
But neither star nor rainbow
can match your beauty true
nor outshine all the goodness
that emanates from you
For you are all the good things
I strive, myself, to be
rainbow love, and star light
for all the world to see.
© Trudy Diane Rider
May 10 2014
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2016
I always thought
you would be there to help me
shop for a prom dress,
get ready for graduation,
plan my wedding,
or raise my own children.
So, now that you're gone,
I look up at the stars.
I realize you are
The brightest star
and you're still always there
to guide me.
Copyright © Kaitlyn Krenik | Year Posted 2016
Every mother is a star, glowing like the full moon,
the beautiful bow that swirls till the break of dawn.
Every mother is the sparkling Sun that smiles at noon,
the bright beam that gives birth to a new dawn.
Every mother is a refreshing rainfall,
the drops of wetness and wealth.
Every mother is a rare rainbow to recall...
the radiance of hope and health.
Every mother is a sparkling bloom, a superstar,
the nifty nurse that nurtures us at night.
Every mother is the aura we feel from afar,
flowing freely with loads of love, life and light.
Every mother is a queen, a gem, a goddess,
a tender treasure money cannot... measure.
A stream of love and unspeakable sweetness;
...and her heart is the fountain of a fragrant future.
Everyday is your birthday, moments full of memories,
today is another day to celebrate life and love;
counting God's blessings and a mother's legacies.
I doff my hat all mother-angels sent from above!
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2012
Clouds descended at the pinch of midnight
sketching a faded portrait that I saw form;
my arms perched high to the blood- red sky
and the woman that bore me appeared above.
I searched for her like a lifetime ;
gathering records through ream of files :
we connected thrice, her twilight dying,
that in a monotone, I still ask why
she gave me away in deep reflection.
My mother held me, her almond eyes
lonely, yet her voice clear in forgiveness ,
granting our nights with bits of sentiment.
How I missed that chance of popsicle rides
or childhood doodles…quite late for us
to mark breakthrough undone, where dreams
could have been fondled in a nourishing way.
Every now and then, come late evening
when I see my real mother, a lone lady star,
this heart bleeds at the thought that
I never knew her enough …and like
an abandoned waif, I cry, asking heaven
that one day, when my time arrives
let there be two bright stars playing
on coastlines, under rooftops, in the sky.
Contest of Silent One, Long Lost Family
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016
Mother has always told me before
Be careful of being renowned
Neither you'll stay forever nor
Someday you'll be unknown.
There will be a time when you'll glow
Bright as the stars, you'll be seen
Yet running time will never be slow
So be good and don't be mean.
I've known a million stars
I formerly looked up high
They've already been too far
They fell down and almost die
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2015
Come with me
Deep in the stars
We shall lie upon this grass
For a few hours, touching
Gently blow a kiss
Into the depth of the sky
And all apologies
Shall be caught in eased sigh
Allow me to lead you through this world black
Around it and back
You wear pain
As though chains
Were embracing all loves luxuries
Alas we will not die in slight defeat
Waiting for the night to stare
A star gazing through your eyes
Knows you truly do care
And slightly dims when you cry
For there is a star in the sky
And a glow in the moon
Guiding your way with its light
Tranquility will subside soon
So if you believe in pretend
And reach way up high
The stars angel shall descend
Abolishing all tears from your eyes
It’s painful to you
So is the truth
Can’t you understand?
Words are forgivable
For when we clasp our hands
They become retrievable
Now words are meaningless
Far too late to change events
Time for consequence
Again you kiss the sky
Wave your goodbye
A star smiles and begins to cry
Washing away all pain
You arise from the grass
In the warm blanket of tears in rain
Copyright © Ryan Wegenast | Year Posted 2011
Tame thy shattered heart, with thou tragic tears;
of lost love tyrannies, of many truth less years.
I give you back my heart, fort it’s near a bust;
a ruptured, leaking vessel, pumps hatred and lust.
As the stars shine brightly, they softly speak your name;
the tongue slips gently, and casts it’s shameless blame.
Near a deadly defeat, of a broken spiritual bliss –
Casts one vibrant, beautiful star, which we’ll forever miss.
I’ll relinquish this guilt of who must now be found;
this diminishing self-serving star, whose now never around.
As the night turns into darkness, I’ll search for that star –
just to capture a glimpse, of this brilliant stellar very far.
And when I’m sad and lonely and are in need of my friend;
I’ll always remember that fading star and this broken heart I tend.
I’ll close my teary, weary eyes, and cast a wish far above –
Shine, shine little star – so brightly filled with love.
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2012
I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
Among those twinkling stars,
One just finds me and stares.
Among the many crowded people,
I look at the star through the water ripple.
As the night goes on and on,
The star uses its shine to don,
In order to hide from me,
As I disappear into the sea.
I wander how we will ever,
Again come to see each other,
By the night of this very river.
In a single star, I find memories.
In a single star, I find love.
In a single star, I find loneliness.
In a single star, I find respect.
In a single star, I find poetry.
In a single star, I find my mother, my only mother.
Copyright © TAE JUN CHA | Year Posted 2008
Many wonderful voices are heard...
the brighest star is seen;
o joyful bells ring in glory!
In the blue Heavens....see
the angels proclaim God's Word;
this night is cold for those
sheperds watching their restless sheep
on the Bethlehem's hills.
A shining angel startles them,
as he tells them...the Child
prophesied long ago,
has born! And that star will lead
them to the manger, where He
sleeps so calm and mellow;
doesn't Mary know that Her baby
will soon save Humankind?
O joyful bells ring in glory!
Let every angel praise
the glorious birth of a Prince,
who'll be the Sheperd of many...
whose hearts have longed for real joy!
O sweet child sent from God,
you've come to redeem the sinful world!
O joyful bells ring in glory!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
The signs passed by and bids goodbye,
The bird is now ready to fly.
Fly so high yet fly so far,
To reach the land with the golden wine.
My star tried not to cry,
And kept the sorrows in her heart.
But the sorrows will soon collide,
And left our hearts wounded and cried.
Maybe I feel the same agony,
'Cause my star left an unsung song to me.
My christmas is near, but also the war,
A war that will last three years in our hearts.
Enlighten us 'o God to bear this sorrow.
Living our last days in agony, so let us see each other tomorrow.
'Cause the sorrow in our hearts may remain forever;
But my future may be better, now or never.
Copyright © Juan Miguel De la Cerna | Year Posted 2010
Across her village far deep in to the forrest Morning Star found peace and
contentment. Here away from her village, the young girl enjoyed the daylight
hours with the sounds and beauty of nature and it's animals. Beyond the forrest
the mountains held a mystery all their own. Their beauty touched her soul and
spirit yet they seems so far off to her.Her thoughts wondered what lay over them
and what new world lay beyond those haunting peaks reaching to the sky.
Suddenly the early morning was shattered by the sounds of gunfire. With all
the men gone hunting no one was there to protect the village. Morning Star's
thoughts were of not only the others in the village but of her mother and baby
sister, she had to get back to them. Screams of women and children cut through
the forrest as the scent of smoke and the sounds of horses grew closer.
Suddenly the sounds began to fade and only the smell of smoke remained. As
she stood at the clearing, Morning Star saw what was left of her village. Unable to
move as her eyes looked across the bodies of women and children laying all
around. Tears filled her eyes as she walked by so many searching for her
mother and baby sister, hoping that they had fled to safety. There in the dirt lay
her mother clutching her baby sister, both dead. How could this have happened?
How could the soldiers have done this to them?
Morning Star placed a blanket over her their lifeless bodies and slowly walked
away. Her life as she knew it was gone, dead along with her mother and baby
sister. She was the only survivor. Slowly she walked back into the forrest. Dusk
was beginning and the forrest would keep her safe for the night. Tomorrow she
would search for a way up to the mountains, there she would find a path to her
destiny and what the spirits have chosen for her. She would be the only one to
tell the story of all who had been lost this day. She would be the only one to keep
their story alive for generations after this.
Copyright © Louise Riveiro - Mitchell | Year Posted 2007
Cold morning greets the weary eye clouds drape the horizon in gray
I turn around avoiding the sight I cannot stand with a dreary pale day
And then I feel it on the nape of my neck A hint of warmth kissing my skin
I turn around gazing out my window and see in the gray light the size of a pin
I try not to build on my hopes the thin ray of light might be gone in a tick
And then it happened the clouds parted way amazing ling quick
within a moment I was a washed in light blinding brilliant and glaring so bright
it was like the day had defeated the night leaving the world with breathtaking sight
The orb of energy colored the sky in outrages shadows and countless hues
the godly object painting its art from star to star the cosmos its muse
I moved with a pace to open the door I flung it open with a giddy delight
the clouds burned away by the waking of ra the life giving force of comfort and might
the rays that touched the flesh of my face washed in warmth a faint tingle
Colors above began to dissipate lose there sharpness leave then un mingle
now the sky retains the majestic color of the all welcoming blue
now nothing can stop the suns life and energy from making it through
the moments I spent outside my front door revitalized my heart filled my soul
I dare not stare into the great star the center so bright a positive hole
I stood there soaking up the nectar my skin absorbing the vital beams
Before this day I thought the world could only be this beautiful in our dreams
Iam not sure to this day how long I enjoyed it how long did I stay
I took the time to indulge in the feeling the blinding array
The golden orb that gives life a chance nourishes its children down below
refreshes my outlook changes the day shinning down for the rest to grow
to bathe in its glory heat on my skin sensations burn from my feet to my chin
summer is coming in its time the way it has always done the way its been
Shading my eyes from the fiery glare I take a last glance at the burning sphere
so filled up inside with light and warmth my lets out a rejoice full tear
Once again it will set in the sky but it doesn’t take long for it to appear
to give the life that we all so crave and to make our days a little more clear
a god to revere a star we hold dear every summer once every year it comes again
to greet us here banish the dark conquer our fear once again I will gaze and ill peer on the
that owns the sky the liquid fire mother our sphere
Copyright © brian stewart | Year Posted 2009
THE BRIGHTEST STAR
Lovingly nurtured them for months
Unsightly mound protruding in front
Carried the bulk with startling kicks
Aware of the other heart that ticks
When to this world they were born
After the pain of labor has worn
Cradled the miracle gifts of wonder
Souls entrusted for her to take care
She watched her wards like a hawk
Seeing them walk, hearing them talk
Not even a fly can touch their skins
Always certain they’re close within
She’s worried sick when they’re ill
When they cry, she can’t sit still
She taught them right from wrong
To face life’s battles and be strong
And when at last they have grown
Living life the way they have known
She keeps an eye over their shoulders
Ready to bolt in case they need her
And then the sons chose to finally marry
She watched them build their own families
Allowing them to make their own decisions
Jumping in to meddle, only when one groans
How can we fault her unconditional devotion?
Her overflowing heart filled with love and affection?
For the sons and daughter she brought to light
Remain children in her heart and mind
For when the time to close her eyes has come
Her ardent wish is that they be kept away from harm
To be able to guide, guard and love them from afar
Hush! My babies! Just look at the brightest star!
Copyright © Meadow Morada | Year Posted 2016
The mother of all stars so bright
That sits with much grace and
Casting her light with pride and
Twinkle, twinkle sparkling
Ever so proudly
With posh she sit’s up proud
Casting over dark shadows that
Want’s to roam
Her light peep through the
Heaviest of clouds
I can see her rays of light
Perching through the old
Trying to rule her domain
Casting down shadows of
Blackness left to roam
When all is said and all is
Without a doubt she will
And conquer she will
To cast out dark shadows
Of darken land
To keep the beauty and beauty
Old mother star the mother of all
And the ruler of all that twinkle
Within the night
She rule with love and sit’s
She never fear
Never afraid to let her beauty
Reign near nor far
Her dominance rule far and
From end to end of the
The mother of all the stars
That go twinkle into the night
She proudly displays her wisdom
And pride so full of
She sit’s up high with posh and
Ruling her galaxy leaving a
Calling it the milky way right
To her heart
Proudly boldly with pose she
Rule her galaxy..
Copyright © Carolyn Sears | Year Posted 2008
By: Clarence B. Bowser Jr. the III
As I stare into her eyes all I can see is star so bright,
There’s nothing but love and joy inside of my little star light!
She gives me a smile and takes hold of my hand,
So this must be the joyful feeling of being a man!
I embrace her in my arms and hold her close to my chest,
I tell her I love you, as I fill her tears falling down from chest!
For my star light I must be strong, but I can’t understand where her life went so wrong,
She barely came into this world she didn’t live long!
As the doctors come in and tell me to please let go,
There so many things I want to tell her that you’ll never know!
As I look at her mother not even a single tear has even left her face,
I say to myself I wish it was her to take my little star light place. Because there’s a
pain so deep that will never be erased.
Now and forever I will never let you go, till the end of time I will always let your love
show. When will we meet again that I do not know, but the love I have for you I will never
My life is a living hell and that’s a fact, because my little star light I will never get
back. I blame her mother because she was stung out on Crack, and she is the reason why my
star light is never coming back!
My Little Star Light May God Bless your Soul Baby
Daddy will always Love You
Copyright © Clarecne Bowser | Year Posted 2010
Hope you can see us from high above.
Help us be strong and brave forever no matter.
Be with us always in every which way you can in your kindness.
I will always find your light and keep it in my young heart in my best way possible.
You left us for a reason and we love you in our hearts.
You saved my life to give yours away which l'll never forget.
It breaks my heart in tears terribly.
Your star will follow me everywhere to guide me in good and bad times.
Your in presence when were in pain and in happiness.
Lead us where we will be safe like the star you carry for each of us.
Let us accept who we are and why were on this earth.
Let your angels carry us where you are so peaceful when our time arrives.
My Prayer, Your Prayer, Our Prayers
Forever in our hearts.
With love always,
Your niece, your family.
Copyright © Ginette Gagnon | Year Posted 2007
I do not know?
Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight.
It’s been awhile since I’ve gazed upon you.
As I lay here, weary from life’s brutal fight,
I’ve come to ask a rigid question; what do I do?
I’ve hit so many curves on this chosen path,
Drastically clinging to everything I hold close.
Behold I’ve been stricken with such a wrath,
A wrath that cripples me with its lethal dose.
Suddenly I was left alone, helpless and left to bear,
She didn’t want my love anymore, it wasn’t enough.
Her heart went cold, leaving me to exist on a prayer,
Even though all of this is in the past, it’s all still so tough.
I’ve fallen to my knees, wishing for an answer,
Why am I plagued with all these darkening fears?
My father battling valiantly with his carnivorous cancer,
Devouring whom I admire, driving me to angered tears.
My mother battles so nobly with her own illness,
Also beset by her very own devastating worries.
I think of her sanity dwindling as I lie in stillness,
Leaving my soul cold as the wind of a thousand flurries.
Tonight, I stare up at you, hoping you can guide me,
Wishing for what isn’t very likely as the tears weld.
But you’ve shined a vigorous light that I clearly see,
One once witnessed in my past, one I’ve gratefully held.
Maybe you can take me away from all this grueling pain?
To be a star that shines down on such glorious nights.
Maybe I will bring about happiness, a hope I wish to gain,
But this is just a shattered dream from which my hand writes.
So, I bring all of this to you, dear old friend,
Though it’s been awhile, I see you shine so bright.
I leave you with one last wish; to bring all this to an end,
I wish I may, I wish I might, grant me this wish I wish for…tonight.
Copyright © Philip Fleming | Year Posted 2007
Copyright © Cheryl Eldridge | Year Posted 2007
I do not know?
She shines during day and night,
so bright she might...light
the darkness away,
by day her spark is felt by her descendants and heirs.
She has no marks nor a flag .
She is deep in the universe.
on late dark hours is where we converse,
our subjective views and news of slag.
our relevance and mishaps.
she shoots, i wish; for her heart desire,
her dreams to retire.
free from debt.
Her spark is forever present yet invisible.
She appears where and when impossible.
She is a galaxy on her own.
She is my Sirius; my brightest star.
my other. my MOTHER
Copyright © Romeo Moses | Year Posted 2017