Jungle this world is a jungle.Some kill to live, some live to kill,Some arrived to it by a bungle,Some sell to live, some buy to sell.We all run in ne..
A drop of rain departs its place,To fall smoothly on her face.To let her withtemptationweigh!How much stormy is her grace.She examined that holy sky;F..
In the strangeness of the world.I lived in a small cottage.Madness made life curled.By its great wattage.By deserting myself!I made life so simple.Not..