‘Home’ Where I laid my weary head Was also where my heart was. Traveled to some distant places, In search of someplace all my own. Peering through the clouds Of which blinded me so, Confused was the state of I. … 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
FOR A NEW TOMORROW