WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE when you are confined to a room or a bed and struggling with every breath? . What is the point of living, when so many people are dying and you may not see another sunrise? . Is life nothing more than just breathing? More than mere feeding...
I used to love Chopin’s nocturnes, And Paganini’s Romance, believing The night is made for lovers. . But now I am a night singer Singing alone with my tired voice For all the sad and weary souls. . The owls are sound asleep, The nightingales are silent, But I will not...
From a hill far far awayOver the valley of tearsAcross the blood-tainted fieldI send you my love and prayers. Even in my darkest hour,With my soul sorrowing unto death,I still thought of you with tendernessAnd prayed for your forgiveness. You may never comprehendHow I...
*Inspired by the Netflix Series, More Than Blue, about a terminally ill man who tries to find a husband for his beloved friend. I’ve found happiness in the saddest story, Of a hopeless lovedoomed from the start. You entered my lifelike a virus or madness, Taking over...
