The empty streets whispering irony to be personified, For that the world is at war. But alas humans aren't fighting with humans, Its a less human thing thats being the Alexender-THE GREAT or THE HITLER. United at minds with isolated bodies craving for freedom, Unaware of the love that they Read More...
In the yellowish dusty burning sand, Longed for an oases in the critic band. He was a mirage that had disappeared; Under the same blue black blurred sky, The pink moon stood high. Clouds bid bye to the palms, Scorching sun kissing the arms. Letting it roll down the lips, To the white cottony pillows Read More...
