Drops by Airam Mare
Odor of Thine
Words mislead delve
Right, we are too busy - but - can we feel that Anguish Fear and Love that shield possession?
It’s raining and we leave our colorful umbrellas at home - Silence reveals depression.
Why cannot we understand each other? You are wrong - it's not a confession
People don’t believe in sermons any more. Nor do they trust those
who vow and say they have time or a peaceful doze.