I press'd mine tongue within this humble cup...

The morning chorusA vibrant landscapePetrichor;Sweet earthy scentInvading my sensesTree leaves flirtatiouslyDancing...

The ink runs dry on trembling hands,a soldier writes on foreign lands.Aca ndle flickers, the shadows...

A call when Helios blinds my eyes, Making me leap up from the soft coat. Stories that never saw an...

I’m supreme, I made people happy! says success.They owned their luxuries, they smiled under grandeur...