Enlightenment Part II: The Answer
He awoke to the sound of birds singing as the morning
sun rose up from behind the bleached horizon,
and chased the night away with its holy fire.
The Sound of Rain
Searching for meaning in an empty coffee cup he sat around
the busy café contemplating life.
The rain pouring out her dreams and hopes on the clear
window as if to shout out “It is me...
Enlightenment Part I: The Question
(Albert Stanica/The Baron)
On top of the green, infinite mountains
stands a man no older than eternity,
talking to nature as the soft whispers
of the...
A life without colour
My vision is only of gray.
“The world is a rainbow;” I know this for sure.
I’ve heard of the magnificent shades of human emotion.
I’ve seen them...