Why do we write? Why do we paint? Why do we create?
Why do we write? Why do we paint? Why do we create? ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number thirty.) The poet don’t cry. He write the misery of life… Continue reading
Why do we write? Why do we paint? Why do we create? ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number thirty.) The poet don’t cry. He write the misery of life… Continue reading
I do, dear I do. Once I knew the sea, once I knew the mountains and once I roamed deep into the forest. And once I knew the sweetness of true love. I… Continue reading