Being happy all the time is practically impossible. Sadness is an inevitable part of life. Sadness strikes you like waves.
The world has been wild lately and at one point we all might have had fits of sympathy and pain for the women of Afghanistan.
A poem composed as a simultaneous response to a vision during “a profound sleep, at least of the external senses”
Students are really loosing out on their prime fun years inside the mute and video buttons of mechanical meets.