Passion and life

 Dipping my pen in the blackest ink , for who ever knew what to be afraid of!

When that inkpot just belonged to me, deeds hold us along while we hold Hopes and heights, the battle is not to the strong alone, it is to the vigilant,the dreamer who just could ever be with choice,for just take one's words for jewel in the open light  ....says those soothing voices!