I am a mother of twin girls and a boy.

The death of my Godson was the reason to thrust myself into the world of creativity. 

My children, my husband, the environment in which I live in, but must importantly, the pain that I endured, became the source of my inspiration. I have found refuge in poetry, and my only wish is that people will see the same light I saw through the written word. I wish that life feels like Spring again, inside the dark wheel that never seems to stop turning, becomes a shining guide. In the depths of the night, may it blossom and fill the room with beautiful aromas. 

Let the desire become fuel and turn it into hope. 
Let hope never die and the memories roam the sea with fearless force, so that life can become immortal, the greatest sacrifice of your self.

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