He followed in his father’s footsteps, but his gait was somewhat erratic.
He followed in his father’s footsteps, but his gait was somewhat erratic.
The Quiddity My God, a verse is not a crown, No point of honour, or gay suit, No hawk, or…
Image Old houses were scaffolding once and workmen whistling.
One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star.