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My passion for poetry grows deeper with each passing day. This morning, I experienced something quite extraordinary. It was as if a whole new world of enjoyment opened before me.

I would like you to read the following lines in a whisper, because this is what this quiet letter really is. A murmur delivered in a misty morning, the steam quietly ascending from your hot cup of tea.

This poem is for the ones who savour sielnce, and protect it as the most treasurable moments in their days

Can ordinary, little, forgettable, unimpressive things become poetry? It just depends on the eyes that see the world, the way they look...

The sky was the colour of a cherry that morning. As juicy as delicious. Stunning. Immense. And in the midst of my amazement, I couldn't...

I was reflecting about passion, the kind of passion that wakes you up in the middle of the night and urges you to write down a handful of...

I was reflecting about the concept of space today, and noticed that there are many kinds. The following is something between a poem and a...

Dear friends, I can’t tell you how I am grateful today. I received two beautiful books as special gift by very dear relatives, and can’t...

Dear friends, March is always a good month to increase my book list. Days are longer, the cold lets space for warmer hours, and nature is...

Dear friends, Last November I was roaming the living room searching for a book to read from my endless tbr. But I didn't have the mood...

Dear friends, Writing is a little bit of a rush lately, if that does make sense. It doesn't matter if days are made of 24 hours or even...

Dear friends, sometimes there is a special meaning into everyday life, and there is a special meaning into little moments too. I'm sure...