or In the Event of my Death
Grave markers, headstones, and crypts. How about a mausoleum? Do the souls of…
my emptiness doesn't mean I have nothing to give
Praise be to God, Lord of everyone Glory be to Him, Most High, the GreatNone but…
A Poem
With the beginning of winter,The world is filled with stillness,But your harmonious and sweet…
Music is story without words, built
of recollections and connotations,
Evermore is the fallen realitywhere there are sanctions that anticipate the blankness of consciousness that does not thread its…