Any poetry is a piece of heart.
We met last fall .. .. and dreamt of summer day together . Winter come and when you left, Winter stayed. 🎨 Catalin Ilinca
Even those who write how to be found .. .. are lost themselves.
Mood : Long drive with no destination 🎨 Song Nan Li
We suffer from an incurable malady : Hope Mahmoud Darwish 🎨 Mikkiko Yamauchi / Watercolor
You are your home. Take care of yourself.
🎨 June Stratton
So many times you felt sad about the past, Yet the mountain still sits there .. .. when the cold wind blows. 📷 Nikos Bantouvakis
After despair, Many hopes flourish. Just as after darkness, Thousands of suns open and start to shine. 📷 Veronika Pinke
What comes,will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going .. And beyond description, you are it. -Rumi
