I’ll Meet You My Friend In That Far Off Place…
The estuary where the river meet the sea, Where time itself ceases to be, Where birth and death are written in the soil… An unseen utopia, a land without turmoil.Where…
The estuary where the river meet the sea, Where time itself ceases to be, Where birth and death are written in the soil… An unseen utopia, a land without turmoil.Where…
Beneath the clouds of endless grayI sauntered through evenings that gulped the dayTaking chances, hoping for the bestEvery breath a struggle to wriggle and wrest Crossroads appeared like silent ghosts,Paths…