Holding tight to her green and arid sierra shawls, she peers over a fresco valley set in leprechaun gold. Like a megalithic Buddha she rests on a boulder's shoulder beneath a thulian sky lit by a gingerline disco sun.
Home is in your arms. And warmth is in your laughs Right where peace lost its charms. And logic laid down its arms.
In essence, clarity and balance projected in being kind to one’s self are key to living life as a form of art in writing your own book the way you want it.
Taste is a matter of trust in one's Own self not others' opinion. Not all forms follow the norms. Everywhere you look nature Seems to mirror itself not others.
In the end, we are all mirrors that come in different shapes but we are mirrors that let you look within not at to take in and reflect all that come by to compare and compose. Whatever you do, remember, connection is the heart of art and conversation is the dart of art to perfection on the road to creativity.
Lies are mulberry leaves placed to bury truth about the land. But those who survived will make truth survive the legend passed.
Happiness is a game of catch and release where catch is a lease that makes you please and release is a pain that takes away peace.
Me, Me, Me, cause reality undressed humanity on tragedy’s runway labeling empathy a runaway from today’s normal!
Elissar is the embodiment of peace and sacrifice in the name of love for people and country. She is the phoenix that summarizes the Lebanese Republic in modern times in a time when leaders are worshiped for influence and money via oppression.
The King turned his back flinging his cape behind him to scrape the dust from the throne room’s floor unto the face of the vizier as a sign of disgust and disdain as the guards escorted the vizier away.