If I am the feather you are the wings If I am the kite you are the wind
Thousands of years, wars Another age with dominant laws Life, forgotten letters cease the attar of words.
With sweaty thighs and the dust coming to rest on my toes, I throbbed on as the sun does, a … More
I. don’t fear the wind allow it to move you gently beyond when you feel rooted II. don’t fear … More