Let them admire you, my little girl for that this world is filled with beauty and love.. Do yourself some … Continue reading My girl ~
lost in the mist of life.. chaos and desolation vulnerability and isolation mimicry of the misery that we belong … Continue reading humans.
The moon glistens as it whispers its sweet desires but nature mourns quietly wanting to be embraced… Narmeen Parsa Continue reading IT
the charisma and youthfulness, that she craves for is hidden beneath her tormented soul.. the world speaking to her, and … Continue reading Beneath Her Tormented Soul `
A strange quiet world; i have in fallen in love with … Narmeen Parsa Continue reading Tranquility
when she looks in the mirror, she stands in silence – touches her rough dry skin ..she wants to love … Continue reading The mirror ~
Her tormented soul, mumbling in the woods, nearby… whimpers and surrenders. Narmeen Parsa Continue reading Her.