Dear Me, Sitting near the hearthstone sipping a cup of Earl GrayKnowing that some day,We’ll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun Looking for the golden hourWhen the world is much brighterLooking for the heavenly sparkleBut not wearing rose colored glassesKnowing I’m still that die hard fighter. Ooh child, things’ll get brighterSome day, we’llContinue reading “Paint Chip Poetry: Dear Child”