Sometimes it’s challenging to fill the emptiness with the words. Thanks to the tender look under the magnifying glass we will notice that the emptiness…
Sometimes the whale too stares at the stars.
The stars in the wild strawberries grow silently.
And perhaps Love can only happen partially and hence it keeps looking for nestling into another part?
Amids the roaring oceans a tranquil home I shall bulid.
Just grip of love.
– Shall I bring you something? – Bring me luck!
There was once a Kingdom in the Valley, a Beautiful Mountain and a Whispering Boy. And all of the beautiful stories worth sharing that one…
And from Mr Hare I learn to keep my chins (or rather ears) up. Good heavens crunch right above our heads.
Snail, oh snail, show me your horns!