No man is an island
The evening beauty is hard to cherishIs it? Or it’s you who has made it? Romanticism in the conscious, why not …
The evening beauty is hard to cherishIs it? Or it’s you who has made it? Romanticism in the conscious, why not …
The winter heat and the unfathomable memoriesI saw you and you looked back at meWhy I ask, Why not rhetorically …
Chapter 18 The wind feels great from here over the ridge I waited for this moment long and long ago …
Who we’re and what’re we here for definitely these are the questions whom I never knew nor I even tried …
Time and tide waits for none and guess that’s one of the only honest sayings, man can even find a …
A goldfish, guess it’s a childish start but still what do you expect from me what do you expect from …