People who never waste time have no time to complain about lack of time
O God of beauty, you come from the depths of heaven. Or the depths of the earth? Your gaze, divine and sinister, Pouring good and evil together without distinction.
By Gana Rilas2 years ago in Poets
When the hottest and reddest pot of lava Spurted into mid-air, just To pour on Pompeii He and she, both refused to escape
She walks in the light of beauty, as if a cloudless night sky with twinkling stars. The most beautiful forms of light and dark
The moon on the water is exactly like a flat boat. The silence seems clear and deep. Only the canyon is dark at the midnight.