Punching scenes
Living Dreams
Forget the themes
I’m on Your Team.
Living bait
No room for Hate
I lost my child
feeling Wild!
Tell me, “No.”
So I must go.
Living in a dream,
No one heard my Scream.
Symphony of Misery
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In Arabic, Ayesha means Life--I am Woman--of Poetry, Poetic Prose, Photography, and the Creation of All of My Dreams, all of which end in Artistry. I have often been referred to as Enigmatic and Magnetic, but also Selfless ("to a fault"). Some call me an "m-path" because I am highly compassionate. I sincerely hope that you enjoy all that I have to offer. Thank you for taking the time to Read Me. I am Proud. I am Ayesha. With Love, Ayesha R. Gill عايشة رامازاً جل View more posts
