Touch the silver chain, Precious links wound ‘round your neck. Let your fingers stroke The tiny silken circles. The cool o...

Touch the silver chain, Precious links wound ‘round your neck. Let your fingers stroke The tiny silken circles. The cool of m...

Incense The stick is lit. Smoke takes to the air like a runner after the gunshot, but only for a moment does it run. With a sudden yawn, t...

"I Close My Eyes" (This is a song that took 3rd place in a national song lyric competition.) They say there is an emotion; ...