Paradise; Here

Around the waters of the pond Which we choose to go to In the midst of a faraway forest Among all the million places we can go to we gravitate back to that pond   Here, in this hour of darkness where the atmosphere is magically impassioned and silent This is how souls entwine  ...

Climax

My story does not begin with “once upon a time” It starts from the end, the moment of a catastrophic accident It only took few minutes for the flames to transform into music A minute before, and a minute after My goodness; how walls could tumble down in such short time I was caught in...