[tabby title="Poem"] The wishes grow slowly in our minds,but fast in our memories, and calm.We are the grapes — time is the essenceof divine drunkenness, when truth emerges. Sometimes the storms displace the worldwithout washing us away.Here the mist is...

[tabby title="Poem"] How frail is lifeHow sweet is youthBut speeds away; the bitter truthI hold off inner strife The fire still burnsAt times it is dimMy thoughts turn grimThe heart still yearns Time rolls pastHer hands reach outAll end to...