Word Love

[info_border pre_border_color="" width="100%" text_align="left" hex_border_color="#499598" hex_text_color=""] It is said that before entering the sea a river trembles with fear. She looks back at the path she has traveled, from the peaks of the mountains, the long winding road crossing forests and villages. And in front of her, she sees an ocean so...

I am not old, she said I am rare I am the standing ovation at the end of the play I am the retrospective of my life as art I am the hours connected like dots into good sense I am the fullness of existing you think I am waiting to die but I am waiting to be...