A nightingale lives in the nest That I have woven with my breathThrough her song of life…
In Hinduism, there is a story of two…
On one morning stroll…
It can only be detected In those rare momentsWhen I can immerse myself in silenceSo…
What if sin weren’t theDistance of us from GodBut the distance of God from us?If perfection was…
there’s a part that fears I’msuspended in the amniotic fluid of fate, as if I hadn’t entered…