‘A pretty little fairy climbing up the stem I asked, “which one is the prettiest?” She replied, “All of them!”’ Zaria I. Jamil I am present at an orb where the orchards crave for clouds and roofs desire drops. Soil longs for thunders and deserts lust for wind. Oceans blurt storms and glaciers aspire heat.Continue reading “Beginning of Birth”
We have got two shadows, one made by the light, the other by our memories. The later stays on even in dark.