Aloud
To the heart I whispered my sorrows But eyes eavesdropped, Spoke them all aloud. PHOTO CREDIT : GIULIA…
The Beggar’s Bowl
In the rusty cathedral, amidst a town fogged in dust and dirt, under a damp ceiling, within broken…
Conversation
Where words shrink mere devices of exchange Where gestures go vain meaningless move of muscles Where it’s eyes…