The purest of hearts are the most battered For nothing truly lasts. For so long, whatever mattered, is only a fragment of imagination, a...

It is a place where things are the way you like it; A wonderful one, where all your wishes come true. There is always a continuous stream...

Once upon a time, Through the silent meadows, Rode an entity, through the rain In silence, on a horse, dark as a shadow. In its hand was...

Who will cry? Who will cry, When you die? All this cravings, needing warmth and love, Isn’t that what keeps the ground below and us...