'Because I am made up of sea - dust, sprinkled with the sands of a timeless shore
UNSUPERVISED Thoughts #4
Sometimes I wished I was writing fiction; but my metaphorical voyage through an unseen (but deeply felt) history and an impregnable fut...
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It is a strange and silent night. The sky is hauntingly pink and empty after an incessant rain. I look at the sky and I fall in love with it...
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It is a different sun here :) A different moon, different stars. Their light here is different, and their yellow skins too. Not logi... -
Whatever is good to us, becomes our God. Give a man a city in the clouds and most times he will refuse its citizenship if the travel requ...
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