Peace is When all the people of the world -black, white, yellow – hold hands and tear down all borders, and, united, build the future that they will offer their children. When all children can play in the streets...
Category - Poetry
Now it’s winter
It was her voice that embraced me from miles away and it was her eyes that drowned me into deep infinity. It is beautiful to fall in love with someone you have seen for only 72 hours. And these dramatic 72 hours tell me...
