Only she knows This sadness (Always hidden in hindrance) this quest for joy (a distance between us) always painful and wise (an always that stays in our eyes.) Can we survive the sadness of this world? (Only she knows, the Mother.) Image source: http://www.roerich.org/museum-paintings-catalogue.php
Categorie: Parentheses
Tuberose Let’s call it the platform of love I entered life from. (Not quite poetic, you know?) Let’s call it the tarmac for the soul, a kind of white and yellowish context for the experience of life. (What kind of poetry do you see in these substantial associations?) Since then, I’ve always searched the perfect
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