Hope is a dangerous affair. It lifts our chins up, And can spur us on to brave deeds, But it keeps our eyes fixed on faraway clouds, Distracting us from our precious present. The traveler who gapes at the distant peaks, Does not see the lovely flowers alongside the road. * The present is a … Continue reading Hope Less
Which is the favorite color of the rainbow? Why do the raindrops commit suicide on your windowpane? What do your clothes whisper in the wardrobe, while you sleep? What secrets does your pillow keep? What if your alarm clock rang in your dream, like a bell? When you look into your bathroom mirror, do you … Continue reading Questions For You
Who knows what my shadow does while I sleep? Does he rest, too? Or does he caper on the chamber wall, performing cartwheels and somersaults? Does he take a moonlight shower? Does he then preen himself a little, gazing at his reflection in the windowpane? And when the witching hour comes, does he bid my … Continue reading The Romance of Our Shadows
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