Alvida Poetry

Adrian Beaumont is the most elegant duelist in the kingdom of Astoria. His every move is poetry. His every fight—a masterpiece. But behind the façade of a famous martial arts academy lies a secret obsession. Adrian doesn’t train champions. He sculpts death. In a world where everyone possesses supernatural “Arts,” Adrian has mastered the forbidden Phantom Dance—a technique that transforms combat into a deadly ballet. He recruits the most promising talents… only to test their beauty in a final duel to the death. Each defeat becomes a frozen moment of perfection, preserved forever in his secret gallery. But when a survivor escapes and a relentless investigator begins to unravel the truth, the true performance begins. Because for Adrian, perfection is not a goal—it is an obsession. A dark martial arts fantasy. A psychological cat-and-mouse game. And one man’s descent into beautiful madness.

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.

Seventeen-year-old Yuuji Aikawa is everything a model student should be: organized, top of his class, and emotionally untouchable. With his crisp uniforms and perfectly aligned notebooks, Yuuji lives by quiet rules—don’t draw attention, don’t get involved, and never let anyone see beneath the surface. Enter Ren Sakamoto, the transfer student with a silver earring, ink-stained fingers, and a smirk that defies authority. Ren is chaos in human form. He talks back to teachers, never follows the dress code, and for reasons only the universe seems to understand, decides that Yuuji is his new favorite target. After a classroom disruption lands them both in after-school library detention, Yuuji finds himself cornered into spending his quiet afternoons with the very person who seems determined to unravel him. But as pages are shelved and insults are exchanged, a different kind of tension begins to simmer—one that neither of them wants to admit. Behind the sarcasm, silences, and stolen glances, Yuuji starts to question the life he's worked so hard to control. And Ren, for all his bravado, starts to realize that some people are worth holding on to—even if it means letting his guard down. In a world of school bells, whispered poetry, and ink-stained hands, two boys from opposite worlds find themselves caught in a story neither of them meant to write.

SYNOPSIS 1: Due to the victory that he yielded to the country Crown Prince Kalki turns arrogant or he is that since birth? None can even have a word with him except one person. The Emperor! Emperor Philips! Alas! He is in death bed now! Due to the grave injuries caused by the war, he couldn't hold the country's responsibilities anymore. During his times in death bed he remembers something which he forgot for a long period of time. For about 15 years, one thing that he regretted in his whole life. After all he named his own son after the death of his only best friend's influence. The friend who saved his life once fortunately. But The Emperor didn't get any chance to help him. He recalls his friend had an adorable daughter. Emperor Philips calls his most trusted Servant Victor. He asks to write his last will come Edict. The Crown Prince without any another words travels towards the country that his father mentioned. Hindustan! The Country of Spiritual Powers! He always wondered why his father-A devotee of Jesus Christ would name his son of a Hindu God-to-be-incarnated?!. Moreover. . Who wanted a common girl with A Curse and from a different country as Crown Prince's wife!? However.... Who would have thought? The abandoned newly 'wedded' wife would qualify herself The Country's Respectable Empress!? A Cursed Empress actually. -------- SYNOPSIS 2: Witness the Battle between The Three Headstrong People who forbid to give up until they attain their desired destiny! They would make their fates to lie under their feet just to change the predefined destiny! Not to mention their hardships and heartbreaks through the journey! Will they succumb to the fate? Would the heartbreaks twist their desired destiny? Get ready to enlighten yourself....What actually Love is... (According to Hateera??) --- The cover of the book is just taken from bing and edited. My works: 1. The Devil CEO and Fairy Teacher - Completed (Editing under progress) 2. The Commoner Consort : The Country's Respected Empress - ongoing. 3. Dear Me - Poetry (Only in wattpad as it was for some contest). 4. Withering Heart: Bracing My Broken Pieces (New) 5. The Queen of Swords : Transmigration of a legend (New) --- You can find me on Instagram @hateera_the_darkwhite Twitter @Hateera_Writer Facebook @Hateera

Synopsis In a world that moves too fast for hearts to speak, two souls—unknown to each other, yet somehow already familiar—cross paths in a moment that feels less like chance and more like the whisper of destiny. He is a quiet storm, a man of still waters and unfinished sentences, carrying the weight of memories that no longer belong to him. She is a flicker of light, a woman stitched together by poems and pauses, searching for something she cannot name. Neither is looking for the other, and yet, life folds time and space just enough to make them collide. Drawn together by the hush between heartbeats and the language of shared silence, their connection feels ancient—something that once was, and somehow, is again. In a world of missed trains and lost glances, their eyes find each other like constellations aligning across a night sky they've always belonged to. But was it fate that led them here… or the slow, sacred pull of souls remembering what the world has forgotten? This is not a story about falling in love. This is a story about being found—in the echoes of past lives, in the poetry of presence, in the deep, unspoken knowing that some strangers are not strangers at all. Blurb “What happens when healing comes from silence, and love arrives when you’ve already given up on being seen?” Leila Zaman never expected freedom to feel so heavy—until Milan gave her space to breathe, and a stranger began to notice the parts of her even she had forgotten. A poetic, emotional journey through family scars, quiet strength, and a slow-burn love worth staying for. #FamilyDrama #SlowBurnRomance #SouthAsianVoices

They referred to him as insane. He was too young, they claimed. Too crazy. It's too poetic. Too fixated. However, they failed to comprehend. Goals are not the reason Daniel "Caos" Gómez plays. He rewrites history via his plays. He scores hat-tricks in eleven minutes at the age of fifteen. He outtrains titans, outruns legends, and rips over Europe like a prophesy at the age of sixteen. He doesn't talk when he trains. uses Latin to write. Dreams that burn. "I'm not playing here. Football is what I'm here to make kneel. Pain, however, simmers beneath the stadium lights and growing celebrity: A rival who was once a dear friend. The death of a mother still stings. A girl who never turned around after dancing in the rain. Caos must now decide if he wants to claim immortality at the expense of his humanity. Or will he strike the heavens—and shatter the gods? Start reading now if you love: Mythic sports drama Genius MCs with fire in their veins Emotional rivalries and broken love Football as poetry and war Obsession, grief, ambition, legacy Tags: Sports, Football, Mythic Rise, Tragic Past, Legendary MC, Coming of Age, Rivalry, Dark Romance, Training Arc, Late Love, Champions League, Football Royalty, Obsession to Greatness, Modern Epic, Latin Vibes, Poetic Hero, God Mode, Real Madrid

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you." - Rumi This isn't a story about love in the way people usually mean it. It's not about a grand romance, or the kind that ends in fireworks or heartbreak. It's about a quieter kind of love-the kind that settles deep inside you and stays, long after the people who lit it have gone. It doesn't demand anything. It just lives on in silence. In the pages of old books. In half-remembered voices. In the things they once loved-and now you do too, simply because they did. For me, that thing was Rumi. I never tried to understand his poetry, not really. Most of the time, I still don't. But his words became a way back to them. A way to stay close to what I'd lost. A thread I could hold when there was nothing else left to hold onto. This book is a collection of moments. Quiet, drifting thoughts. Half-formed confessions I never said out loud. It doesn't follow a timeline. It doesn't follow structure. Like love, it just moves the way it wants to. Wandering, circling, returning. Maybe somewhere in these pages, you'll find something that echoes the way your heart once broke open. Maybe you've loved like this too.

Aerish Elowen has loved Kael Renford for years but he doesn’t even know her name. Every day, she watches him from across the library, writing silent notes in her journal words meant for him, never to be sent. He once gave her a pen on a rainy day. He forgot. She never did. Now, Aerish begins to leave behind pieces of her heartnhidden notes tucked between pages of old poetry books. What if, one day, he reads them? What if love can find its voice through the quiet?

MONSTORY is a dark, character-driven dystopian fantasy set in a fractured future Seattle, where Alucards, winged beings bred in captivity, have never known freedom. Engineered for labor, silenced by law, and bound by control collars, they serve without rights, their wings bound and identities erased. Igor, once a slave in a coal mine and now a servant in the estate of a powerful human family, survives by suppressing who he truly is. But as fragments of memory return and his conditioning begins to fail, the cracks in his obedience widen. Haunted by a name he wasn’t allowed to keep, and a violence he was trained to deliver, Igor teeters between the roles of monster and man. As old power structures begin to fracture, MONSTORY explores the cost of survival in a world built on inherited cruelty. With themes of captivity, trauma, rebellion, and the aching need to be seen as human, this is a story about one enslaved Alucard's quiet war for autonomy, and the fire that might burn everything down to get it. What to Expect: - A brainwashed vampire-like weapon who might kill you... Or just spiral into an identity crisis first. - Mind games, manipulation, and memory wipes, because therapy is illegal and cults are trendy. - Slow-burn character drama where trauma is the main currency and no one gets out clean. - Rebellion run by morally bankrupt idealists. You’ll root for them. You’ll regret it. - Found family, lost family, broken family, pick your flavor of pain. - Beautiful prose with teeth. Think poetry, but it bites back. - A dark, tangled web of secrets that punishes you for trusting anyone, including the narrator. - Emotional devastation with the occasional flash of tenderness, like a knife glinting in moonlight. What Not to Expect: - OP wish-fulfillment MCs who level up by chapter 3. This isn’t that kind of grind. - A harem. Unless you count trauma bonding with your enemies. - Quirky comic relief characters. We have one guy who tells jokes. He’s not okay. - Morality that’s easy to swallow. It’s more like choking on holy water. - Fluffy romance. It’s complicated, possibly cursed, and not approved by HR. - Adults who fix things. The adults are the problem.

**Gets Updated Every Wednesday & Saturday** Nate arrives in Blackridge with nothing but a duffel bag, a mysterious past, and fists that know their way around trouble. This isn't your typical "new kid in town" story-this is survival in a concrete jungle where the weak get eaten for breakfast and the strong learn to love the taste of violence. Lia runs her family's greasy spoon diner and clings to her principles like a life raft in a tsunami of corruption. In a city where doing the right thing is practically a death sentence, she's carved out her own little kingdom of defiance-one that comes with a price tag written in bruises and broken bones. She's never had time for love, relationships, or anything softer than steel-toed boots. Between juggling work, studies, and her daily dance with danger, romance seemed about as realistic as finding unicorns in the unemployment line. Her only dream? To escape this concrete prison and the ghosts that haunt every street corner. But then Nate crashed into her world like a wrecking ball with a sense of humor. When eight thugs corner her in an alley, most people would call the cops. But in Blackridge, the cops are probably placing bets on the outcome. That's when fate-or maybe just really bad timing-delivers her an unlikely savior who fights like poetry and jokes like therapy. Now everything is changing, and neither of them knows where the chaos will lead.

Room 304 was supposed to be a college safe haven, a chaotic blend of introverts and extroverts, thinkers and feelers, strategists and idealists, all learning to live (barely) in harmony. Bound by academic stress, late-night debates, emotional breakdowns, and spontaneous glitter explosions, this group of mismatched roommates becomes an unlikely family. But when anonymous notes start appearing, cryptic, targeted, and increasingly hostile. Their carefully balanced dynamic begins to crack. Trust falters. Tension rises. Secrets start surfacing. Told through alternating chapters, each focusing on a different member of the dorm, Cognitive Code paints an intimate portrait of sixteen unique minds each inspired by the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI). Without ever explicitly naming their types, the story lets readers experience how cognitive patterns influence identity, communication, and relationships. From the emotionally reserved Observer who sees more than he says, to the romantic idealist who hides her truths in poetry, to the sparkplug extrovert who refuses to let anyone fall apart alone, every character is a code waiting to be cracked. This is a story of connection in chaos. Of love, logic, and learning how to exist beside people wildly different from you and sometimes frighteningly the same. Because the hardest thing about understanding people… is realizing how much of yourself you see in them.

The novel unfolds an epic saga in a world ruled by light and shadow — but light is not always good, and shadow is not purely evil. Ancient forces clash for the right to reshape the world, where truth is tainted by betrayal, and nobility walks hand in hand with cruelty. Weapons are not mere tools of war — they are extensions of their bearers’ souls, echoing their past, their burdens, and a path not chosen, but forced upon them. Loyalty shifts. Justice is a fluid illusion. And power… in this world, it is no privilege — it is a curse. No one holds it without sacrificing a piece of their soul. This story weaves between philosophy and battle, between blood-soaked poetry and silent screams, where death is not the end… but the beginning of a truth that can only be told — in the language of shadows.

Not every love story has two hearts in it. Some are written by one, while the other doesn’t even turn the page. "Half of Us" is a collection of poetry for the ones who loved alone. For those who stayed when they should’ve left. For the ones who gave everything and got silence back. For the hearts that held on, even when they were the only ones holding. These poems are not about perfect love. They’re about the kind that aches quietly, smiles through pain, and writes verses in the dark for someone who’ll never read them. If you've ever been almost chosen, almost loved, almost enough— this book is for you.

Imagine: A stone-cold Russian billionaire heir—Viktor Mikhailov (picture: brooding, black turtlenecks, eyes like a winter storm)—gets his entire life nuked when a secret baby appears on his doorstep during a thunderstorm. The twist? - The mom’s a manipulative party-girl who drugged him to get pregnant (trauma). - Baby Misha is half-Korean, all cheeks, and already inherits his "I will end you" glare. - Viktor’s family? Literal villains. Think: evil stepmoms, icy patriarch, and a mansion full of backstabbers. Now he’s juggling: - Harvard poetry classes (his one soft spot), - Diaper explosions (Yuri, his himbo bodyguard/BFF, helps… sorta), - Mafia-level family drama (they want the baby gone). Vibes: - "John Wick but with baby wipes." - "Succession meets Masha and the bear." - Angst so thick you could drown in it… until Misha babbles and Viktor’s cold heart melts. Why you’ll cry: - Viktor whispering “I don’t deserve you" while sobbing into Misha’s curls. - Misha throwing mashed potatoes (Ah, I think it was yogurt? shii, I don't remember) at Anastasia’s $50k fur coat. - The jellyfish hair clips. Always the jellyfish clips. TL;DR: A man who’d never held a baby becomes DAD OF THE YEAR while fighting his psycho family, falling in love with his kid, and low-key redeeming his soul. Feat. Russian lullabies, baby fencing lessons, and emotional damage.

In a prestigious European art academy nestled in a rain-washed city, Andrew is quiet, observant, and secretly in love with Emma, his childhood friend. But Emma's heart is pulled elsewhere toward Jason, the enigmatic rebel who wears pain like perfume. As Emma and Jason fall into a love that burns hot and cold, Andrew watches in silence, his feelings buried beneath layers of loyalty and fear. Alongside them is Kate, a brilliant writer who silently yearns for Andrew, though Emma’s lingering presence makes her affection feel like trespass. A complicated dance of glances, silence, and misread signals ensues, with all four hearts slowly unraveling in their final years at the academy. But things begin to shift during a national poetry competition. As Andrew is forced into the spotlight, he discovers a latent power rooted in a forgotten bloodline the Whitmore lineage, protectors of something ancient. When he’s accepted into the elusive Halberd University, he’s pulled into a hidden world where magic is real, heritage is dangerous, and the self is never whole. Separated by destiny, Andrew’s past refuses to let go. Meanwhile, Emma begins to sense a mystery behind Jason’s glowing eyes, and Kate grapples with the bitter truth of unrequited love turned resentment. At Halberd, Andrew battles not only ancient forces but himself Whitmore, a darker personality born of his power. As friendships fracture, secrets surface, and the supernatural bleeds into the mundane, Pawn of Emotions becomes a haunting tale of love left unsaid, power discovered too late, and the price of choosing feeling over fate.

Swords, Guns, and Magic: The Formula that Saves the World. Stories about action, adventure, and fantasy. Stories that follow the lives, the struggles, and the growth of warriors inside a universe on a world where the name is Poetry. These warriors live in a world that experiences unity, love, and struggle. This world unifies and defeats evil.

Since ancient times, there have been whispers of a mystical realm known as the Spirit Realm. Throughout the ages, scholars and poets have offered countless interpretations of its existence. In poetry, it is recorded: “From Qi to Tang, this mountain steeped in desolation; the Spirit Realm, silent and remote, visited by few.” “The Spirit Realm defies description; its ghostly wonders are beyond pursuit.”

Its a poetry

When carefree high school senior Kaito Nakamura meets shy and artistic Hana Matsui, his world of pranks and sports collides with hers of paints and poetry. Fate binds them together in an unexpected way: Hana has just 19 days before she has to leave town for a life-changing reason she refuses to reveal. What begins as a spontaneous friendship soon spirals into a heart-wrenching journey of laughter, love, and loss, as Kaito tries to make Hana's last days unforgettable while uncovering the secret she hides.

This very book consists of original poetries that are very personal to me. This is my first book of poetry, that is raw and dug deep within me. The scars and wounds were fresh from the battlefield. It took a toll on my mental health. But I am a strong survivor, who is ready to share my story with the world.

Akin awakens in the body of Ling San, a wandering swordsman in the year 700 AD, at the height of China’s Tang Dynasty, the golden age of art, poetry, and Buddhist thought. But this world is more than history; it breathes with spirits, demons, and forgotten gods. To atone for the sins of a past life, Akin must walk a path between fate and free will, between mercy and vengeance. With every step, he is drawn deeper into a world where Taoist magic, Buddhist wisdom, and ancient legends intertwine and where even a brushstroke can shape the destiny of souls.

However this book is going to get filled with poetries, about eveything. It's attached with every feeling. It's written for everyone. Either if it's painful or exciting, it's going to leave it's spark everywhere. The world may end but these poetries don't know it's ending. That is why I decided to keep them all together, in a safe place. I wanted to create a kingdom for their beauties. So that they can never be forgetten.

poetry and random stuff I made up, not only as a coping mechanism. but also as a way to let my mind not explode. (figuratively)

Zoey Andrews is standing on the edge of everything. High school is over, the future is knocking, and her world — the one she’s always known — is shifting beneath her feet. Her best friend Maya is ready to leave for college, her ex-boyfriend has reappeared with unexpected apologies, and her mother keeps reminding her that “adulthood doesn’t wait for anyone.” But Zoey isn’t sure what she wants — only that she’s not ready to say goodbye just yet. Told through tender narrative and fragments of Zoey’s poetry-filled diary, The Summer Between captures the quiet beauty of growing up: the ache of change, the magic of friendship, and the courage it takes to choose your own path — even when the map feels unfinished. This is the story of a girl who’s learning that in between endings and beginnings… there’s a whole summer of becoming.

A love story drowned in monsoon rain and quiet heartbreak. To every silent heart that once loved without permission. To every soul who smiled while hiding oceans of pain. To those who watched someone they loved walk away—without ever knowing how much they meant. This story is for you. The one who stayed up countless nights wondering what could have been. The one who held onto memories because reality was too cruel. The one who longed for just one more conversation, one more glance, one more chance—but life never gave it. A Crimson Monsoon is not just a story. It’s a whispered confession from every unspoken heart. A rainy afternoon where pain meets poetry. A mirror for the lonely and the forgotten. For those who carry love in silence. And for those who walked away with a smile—while their soul screamed in sorrow. If you’ve ever loved in silence... If you’ve ever been misunderstood... If you’ve ever lost something without knowing why... Then this story already belongs to you. Welcome to the rain. Welcome to the ache. Welcome to, A Crimson Monsoon..

He was never chosen. So he chose himself. In a world where stories are law and power is granted by the Codex — sacred tomes that awaken in those fated to become Readers or Writers — Sheng Luò was meant to be forgotten. His best friend died to become a Writer. Sheng Luò killed to be one. But the Codex never answered him. In the silence that followed his rejection, Sheng Luò abandoned the world and its systems — and began to write not with ink, but with poetry born from suffering. His verses carry weight. They scar the air, twist space, and leave echoes in the bones of those who hear them. Now, hunted by Codex-bound agents and feared by a world that cannot name him, Sheng Luò walks a path of his own making — a path without ink, without law, and without time.He is not a Reader. He is not a Writer. He is the first and last line of a poem that can never be erased. And if his final verse is ever spoken… reality itself may have to choose between remembering him — or

The Cultivation World’s First Demolition Expert Meet Li Wei, a college student who’s just trying to survive his cashier job, cram for exams, and squeeze in some light novel reading between customers. Until one totally mundane (and slightly embarrassing) accident sends him face-first into the afterlife — and straight into a baby body in a mysterious cultivation world. Only problem? His new parents speak in some ancient dialect that sounds like a mix of unintelligible poetry and very bad karaoke. But don’t worry — baby Li Wei quickly deciphers their babble and grins a creepy, unsettling smile because he knows his secret weapon: gunpowder. Forget spiritual energy and flying swords — Li Wei is here to blow things up, literally. While the local maid is convinced the newborn is possessed (or just suffering from gas), the parents insist it’s just the flickering candlelight playing tricks. With nothing but a brilliant mind, a burning curiosity, and an unhealthy obsession with explosions, Li Wei swears to rewrite every rule of cultivation… one TNT blast at a time. Will he become the greatest cultivator in history? Or just the loudest? One thing’s for sure: this cultivation world will never be the same — and the maid definitely won’t sleep tonight.

She was the girl who watched the stars from a rusted rooftop. He was the man who painted dreams on forgotten walls. In a coastal town that time almost forgot, where sea salt lingers in the air and secrets bloom beneath the waves, Isla Maren is a woman trying to remember who she is after a heartbreak no one sees but everyone senses. She moves like poetry and hides like a ghost-until she meets Lennox Vale, an artist with eyes like smoke and hands that create worlds he's too afraid to live in. Their love is not gentle. It's not slow. It is thunder and silence. A love that doesn't wait its turn. But behind Isla's quiet smiles and Lennox's defiant charm, lie buried pasts, haunted dreams, and choices that could shatter everything. This is not just a love story. It is the love story. The kind that ruins you beautifully.

Crown Prince Yun Chi chose as his consort the youngest daughter of the Hua Family, Hua Yan, and the news shattered the hearts of countless ladies in the Capital City. It was said: the Crown Prince could write poetry at three, compose essays at seven, debate with the greatest scholars at ten, shoot arrows with precision at twelve, oversee the examinations of all scholars at fifteen, and was regent by the time he was sixteen. He reached the pinnacle in letters, the extreme in martial arts, his looks were world-shaking, and his presence unrivaled. Hua Yan felt as though a gigantic pie had fallen from the sky, landing squarely on her head. From then on, was she to compete with the entire world for this man? -------------------- Yun Chi: Standing at the pinnacle of the Azure Clouds, he learned the art of balance, practiced the strategies of an emperor, envisioned the land and skies in his heart. Within the nine-layered royal palace, he could turn his hands to clouds and his palms to rain, holding sway over the court and the nation, trimming himself into a figure free from desire and henceforth unyielding. Hua Yan: She viewed herself as beneath the dust, with all her emotions and desires, disliking the Son of Heaven's court, preferring the ordinary alleys, treading on ten feet of soft red and experiencing all facets of life. She believed that nothing was better than green mountains and clear waters. "If you promise me a lifetime, I will accompany you for an eternity."