frozen rose blossoms
persevere from winter's blast
they will rise again
A dyslexic dreamer who once thought reading and writing were beyond reach. Yet here I am, an artist, wordsmith, and illustrator—ready to weave stories and poems from my artwork.
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Wow
Lovely!!!!
So loved it. Beautiful.
Beautiful & inspiring!
🌹❄️🌹❄️🌹❄️ beautiful haiku
❤️
Really lovely