Brilliances from above,
Warming hugs from loving souls,
Reaching out their love.
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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This is beautiful, and I love, love, love your picture.
Gorgeous work! BRAVO!
Love your words and the image is perfect
Gorgeous verse for a fitting image, Daphsam!
This is a perfect match words and images.
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Comments (5)
This is beautiful, and I love, love, love your picture.
Gorgeous work! BRAVO!
Love your words and the image is perfect
Gorgeous verse for a fitting image, Daphsam!
This is a perfect match words and images.