It was the day after the death of my soul. I wandered with my body around the house, knowing nothing, seeing just darkness
Author: Athira
The Pairs
I know the way, The light blinding my faith, Long walks, tiring talks, Wrong questions to the answers right, Like the yin – yang, Death – birth inseparable
Envious White – Poems On Different Moods
Every story has a villain, For every villain a hero, Peace has history of wars, For every white hair a black one, As it is said the power of white..
