I want to live like I’ve never lived. No wasted moments. No suspension of time. I want to soar freely to higher heights, And from the clouds I’ll emerge, As I greet the sun on my way to heaven. With … Continue reading →
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Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?
La poesía es la casa del ser.
As opposed to a “not thinking chitalia”
A storyteller with a poetic heart
The Poetry of Emotion
Seeking Solace in the horizon of life & beyond