Maia Padua (Virgo / City of Gentle People)
Biography of Maia Padua
(hellO, beloved readers; poets and visitors...thank you so much for visiting....)
simply maia.(certified PAULINIAN) _product of Recoletos School & St. Paul's University) not a poet but has love on poetry since early childhood...as part of her life....Loves drawing and painting, loves reading, writing stories and composing poems according to her heart's desire and mood, loves nature, flora and fauna,
goes for love songs, Gospels/devotional, loves teaching catechism to little children, community service, cooking, social work, joyriding-racing, likes scrabble, text twist, bookworm, plays volleyball, badminton and chess...
Spent her childhood with her pen, with her pastel, and her thoughts...' and cant simply leave her poetry...her hand, mind and heart crave for it...'
..engage in private projects for the less fortunate children in their education, supplemental feeding for malnourished children in her area with the help of her friends and help from some softhearted persons...
'watch your thoughts for they become words...watch your words for they become actions, watch your actions for they become your habit...develop your habit for it will become your character, develop your character and it will become your destiny....'have a great life with a destiny of your own...
****** maia and her words *******
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Maia Padua's Works:
Heartprints in Silent River
- *BREEZE OF TIME (for Sr. Vangie Capilita...
- ¿Quién Soy Yo?
- A Challenge
- A Chance
- A Glimpse of Nature...Nature's Speak I
- A Glimpse of Nature...Nature's Speak II
- A Glimpse of Nature...Nature's Speak III
- A Glimpse of Nature...Nature's Speak IV
- A Heart Of A Child
- A Poem, A Painting; A Dream
- A POET'S AIM, a poet's dream
- A Portrait Of Tomorrow
- A SINNER (A dream)
- A SMILE, a soul's delight
And I Love You So
Fathom me not with what I say
Or what I do
But on words that you can read
As my eyes stare at you
Weigh me not with things I failed to give,
But with memories I left as I go.
Not with the music I share and sing,
But my melody out of broken string