Preword 002

In her colored eyes, was seen the light of hope and life.
Her thoughts and words were clear,
And action had their purpose.
My time with her was short, yet felt it like a century,
Of understanding and intertwined feelings.
It was a dream, as if my wishes had come true.
But jokes on you, cause everyone has ‘eir own secrets.
She feared the day that was, suppose, never come,
Yet, she did grab it and pulled closer with her actions,
Creating walls from fear and empty stirring.
The day was quiet, and there weren’t signs of turmoil,
Yet weary soul was not prepared to be unshackled.
There is no need to worry if assumptions have no ground,
Because the winners are the one who laughs in shadows.
We are the people, and we can be the judge, the jury and the executioner.