My baby, and my books. This is the town with the house with the woman with the fire inside. She arranges her mornings with needles and flowers, becoming quieter. Everyday wishing there is more to life than this great lone pine. They do not talk to her anymore, nor do they visit her with apple pies. The future is a gray seagull, they say, the sun has gone to another.

From a key in a. In my hands, the. Soul the same as a.

Diary of a Literature, Nature and Istanbul Lover. Be not the slave of your own past. Be not the slave of your own past. Be not the slave of your own past - plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.

And the end of existence. While we are here,. Thank you for being a part of this journey. Very well written! Liked by 1 person. Thanks for noticing a handful of my haiku recently, from Nightmare Triggers to Sweet Searcher.

Poetry, writing, a different world discovered. The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.

Ho deciso di scrivere questo post per raccontare quali animali abbiamo, come sono di carattere, cosa gli piace fare e quali sono i loro pregi e difetti.

I will never fully understand. Admiring all of her thorns. I am an intellectual being. I am an emotional being. I am a spiritual being. And I am a sexual being. All of which makes me a human being. So, to tell me to suppress a certain side of me. Is very selfish of you society.