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Fiona Diaries

‘HEARTBEATS AND WILD THINGS’

  • My Wings

    My Wings

    “They took my wings away.. They took it off my spine and sent me here.” [….click to read the full post]

  • My Wings

    My Wings

    “They took my wings away. They took it off my spine and sent me here.” [….click to read the full post]

  • Lost

    Lost

    “I have just got broken pieces.”

  • Her lips tremble

    Her lips tremble

    “Afraid to look into his eyes, Her eyes hold a tempestuous storm of feelings and emotions brewing like high tides.”

  • I am Everything

    I am sweet and sour, I am wild and serene. I am the wings of the birds, I am the roots of the trees. I am the carnations and the petunias adorning your garden, I am the wild flowers in the forest growing near a hot spring. I am the thorns of the roses, I…

  • That Man

    Love, for me, was once a pious romantic emotion. Soft and serene. Poised and placid. Platonic. It was like a fragrance of a fresh garden flower. Soothing and sweet. Ever so innocent. Then I met that man. Everything changed the moment I fell in love with him. The serenity and poise long gone. Replaced with waves…