[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The dream seems lost... A hug And then Maybe it is time I will go back to the shore Where I can throw sand into the sea Watch the singing waves From them comes the future And...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Our frozen thoughts go on travel. Where are the dreams of a just world? An inaudible touch, snow falls on the bank, And the hoped Yesterday has broken down. Our frozen thoughts go on travel. Where are...