Suzie Rogers becomes Barefootfae.

When you get separated from your love, the pain the lonliness that one feels is beyond imagination. Its very painful……

Hero for my country.

Such a beautiful day on that sandy beach, until I found the corpse! The Foureyed Poet.

Poetry.

Childhood memories of summers.

A solitary is fighting for her living. Her pitiful day to day living doesn’t move anyone. We have become so self centered to ignore her sufferings.

This is my feeling for mankind.

I feel the pulse of mother earth beneath my feet and muse of how she remains unchanged by time.

Poem.