When the nocturne of Chopin tweedle pass The crescent desire to nepenthe,a farewell, I sigh the unfavour love,a warbling lass To kiss away old woes,dance to woodnote Marcel. Then can I ruffle skin depth enmity Around the mellow sunbright,melt in sizzle end. Then soak in season to bless,anew amity. And sings my soul so long […]Read More Etude of Farewell
Not the best day of my life ,not so soon. Finished my three days of hesitating yet fascinating journey with Abdullah and his sister Pari – as beautiful and sweet-natured as the fairy for which she was named. The glaring heat of the desert of Afghanistan had its taunting toil on me.Crossing generations and continents,moving […]Read More It is today.
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak WaltonRead More The Journey Begins