Lyrical

When I see dusk collapsing in itself, And know that it is not in vain, When I see the night enveloping all living beings And know that the night comes not in vain, When I watch the snow settling on the thorn And know that the flower wilts not in vain, Then vainglorious as crickets in ... [full story]

 It glides like a white bird On a mountaintop, Gently swaying in the wind, Touching the clouds, Immaculate, Waiting to be invincible, Watching secretly The comings and goings Not only of the enemy but Of powerful clans and, Loving families.Beating its White flawless wingsIn the stillness of the sky It climbs higher On ... [full story]