A Poem By Gerald Lawrence. No part of this poem belongs to Elsa Lawrence. All words and ideas belong to her own younger brother Gerald. Enjoy. *** Copyright © 2016 by Gerald Lawrence. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission from the author. *** Cover made by the great Marquess @Bobbie-Penn

These book about me ^^ Welcom you !

Aurora is the dawn It is when the daylight is shown Aurora is clarity When there's no place for depravity Aurora is reality Where realization is purity Aurora is ironical brightness Where even the dark has a presence Aurora is about all The summer, the winter, the fall Aurora is to those Who came to mind, when I rose Aurora is beautiful Being filled of emotions, be it pitiful Aurora, here, is my chain To my world of expressive train ****** Appreciating your valuable time, ThankYou for reading..:)) ****** #112 in Poetry -20.April.16- #20 in Poetry -02.May.16- #16 in Poetry -22.July.16- ******* If u want me to write on any specific story, topic or any of your interests, drop it down on my message board or PM me.. And I'll dedicate it to you.. ******* If you like AURORA, do vote Always there..:)) Wanna share something..? drop down a comment Loved it?! Yayy.. share it Follow for more.. Luv ya.. enjoy reading.. Appreciating your valuable time.. Zz..☆✌

To find her missing father, Ember is sent out to find another she's never known. On her way to find Arshad in the city of Wolf Plague, she befriends a traveler. Camillia. A lass that's unlike any other Ember has met. An ally that wields powers she can't dare to comprehend. Yanked out of the calm and settling lifestyle of doing farm chores, Ember is forced into a world of death, deceit, and bloodshed. Ember must learn to cope with the harsh realities of life in the lands she's never explored. All while mustering the courage to step forward. Striving to survive another day. To be one breath closer to finding out why her beloved father disappeared.

Well, the title basically describes this exactly how it is. I will be sharing some of my thoughts with you guys, and yea. That's basically it.. Oh and please comment on my profile for things you want to know my opinion about. It can be serious like sexuality or religion, or it can be as random as a purple and pink polka dotted cow that likes to fly into outer space and defeat the jolly rancher monsters. It's all up to you ._.

sometimes, we feel like we are not heard. so if you cannot hear me, read me. ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| i don't expect you to understand each poem, but the further you go into it, the deeper we go into my mind i guess. this book doesn't have a plot, and it's a collection of a bunch of poetry i've written throughout the years. i don't expect you to understand everything i talk about, which is understandable enough. comment your thoughts, suggestions, and mistakes i may have made. thanks.

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Did you ever think that whatever you would do, you could always take it back like it never happened? Well in reality you can't. You just can't. What was to be was to be. But do you know, do YOU KNOW what hurts more than knowing that you can't rewind the clock, that you can't turn back the pages, that you can't shift the gear into reverse? What hurts more is waiting to wake up once more, just so that I can say I'm sorry all over again. Because while I'm waiting, I'm always loving you. *** Cover was beautifully created by my cousin @stelsfairytale. Love you and thank you so much for the help! If you need anything, cuz, just ask. *** Copyright © 2016 by millaloraine, alias Elsa Lawrence. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission from the author.

He finally got his wish. He had woken up. But a memory, a wound too deep had opened up. And he was sorry. *** He had finally woken up. But she was worried. And afraid. Afraid that if he remembered, everything would come crashing down for good. Nothing would be as it was. Sometimes she wished that it had never happened, or at least she had never seen the aftermath. But What was to be was to be. And that was what they both knew. *** Cover made by my beautiful cousin @stelsfairytale *** Copyright © 2020 by millaloraine, alias Elsa Lawrence. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission from the author.