My prism
I had lost my precious prism, which, from a temple, I had stolen. Since then, Butterflies from my eyes flew off and they are gone,...
Deep down in a ditch
[caption id="attachment_1361" align="aligncenter" width="860"] Memory Opener by Olaf Hajek[/caption] Deep down there, Between those two memories, That’s your place, Do you see it? Look closely,...