Words are not weapons.
They can heal, they can save,
they can transform.
Like mantras I repeat them,
again and again.
And while they gain a beautiful
weight in this world you can draw
courage from them, dance to them,
feel them in your heart, make them
your own.
I was born to live my dreams
and I believe that my love
for what surrounds me
can change hearts.
As a child I wrote a story about
an angel that saved me from
sadness. A kind angel, made of
my hope, my blood.
I called her "Sona",
I AM Sona, my own angel.
I do not follow any religion,
but the one of my heart.
I am looking for more Angels of Sona,
dreamers, believers, the ones that
move me.
Maybe I just found one in you.
xxxxx
Sona
Words are not weapons.
They can heal, they can save,
they can transform.
Like mantras I repeat them,
again and again.
And while they gain a beautiful
weight in this world you can draw
courage from them, dance to them,
feel them in your heart, m...