(#Quadrille) Fertile battlefields A world without spice This abyss without borders The galaxy, it's distance Its wars must be won Well-being, a sign of victory The mind is a battlefield Our muses ready to combat Fine threads in our... Continue Reading →
(Daily Post) This feeling Of well-being Must be a ploy A trick by the devil Some sort of decoy I’m shooting up without classes An Apprentice , taking chances Like a Phoenix from the ashes Avoiding the clashes Why... Continue Reading →
