Where It Begins?
I thought of war and peace not the one of Tolstoy but self-limiting beliefs shying away from light, when already a black dot swimming in a white sea. To what le...
I thought of war and peace not the one of Tolstoy but self-limiting beliefs shying away from light, when already a black dot swimming in a white sea. To what le...
In abundance, it grows Deep wisdom ancient Alongside stinging nettle Gracefully, it stands I, too feign a pose Itching injury persistent. All I should do is bre...
A crow plucked my heart And hung it on a tree For the whole world to see. Pleas and protests, in vain The mischievous creature Pecked at my core insisting “Be l...