Dulce et Decorum Est

DULCE ET DECORUM EST -Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched...

Tonight, i can write

TONIGHT I CAN WRITE -Pablo Neruda. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, “The night is starry and the blue stars shiver in the distance.” The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can...

Pure love perseveres through all impediments with utmost ease.

As it rained.

​And as the skies poured open, We danced our last. Your dark black hair flew around,  Overjoyed, as we held hands and ran through the greens in the rain. The water, trickling down your face,  Washed away, in her own...

Dear Diary…

​Dear Diary, 12th november, 2015, Paris.Today .... That was the last entry in her diary, in a series of such leather bound volumes which lined an entire shelf in her bookcase.  Her entire life, since the day they had been...

First blog post

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