Dear friend of my heart, This evening was something else. In the company of my dear friend, the robin, the… Read more Of Robin, Night, Music, and Bees

Dear friend of my heart, This evening was something else. In the company of my dear friend, the robin, the… Read more Of Robin, Night, Music, and Bees
Dear friend of my heart, It is not with words imploring forgiveness of your kind heart that I shall greet… Read more Absence and Greetings
Dear Friend of my Heart, Rhythm and melody are not exclusive. At the moment I come from a feeling that… Read more Dream, Rhythm, and Melody
Dear Friend of my Heart, In my dream last night an angry red-headed man started becoming a story. He turned… Read more Dreams, Orchids and Fruits
Dear Friend of my Heart, as my chest rises and falls in the company of the forest song, I am… Read more love and freedom: a dancer of silent tunes
Dear Friend of my Heart, We were so deeply immersed in a callous darkness, drawing feeble lines of colors we… Read more Loss
Dear Friend of my Heart, I saw a middle-aged man sit beside a sapling and speak to it of everything… Read more When I Grow up
Dear Friend of my Heart, Sometimes someone you’ve never met before looks at you from across the room and comes… Read more Conversation
Dear Friend of my Heart, As you wander these unpaved paths, soaked to the bones in the ethereal rain of… Read more The Gravity of a Dream
Dear Friend of my Heart, Do you still have a sense of wonder for photographs? The capturing of a moment… Read more Photography: Aren’t we forgetting something?
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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