Mirage of Life
Life is over, only its silent voice remains, Entrusted to the next, its breath remains; I know not…
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Life is over, only its silent voice remains, Entrusted to the next, its breath remains; I know not…
On a Saturday morning, I was sitting in the nearby park in our neighborhood. It was especially lovely…
For many years now, cries of silence have clamored above my voice. So many times have I been…
Mothers are the most honored of all people. Their moans and pain, which continue throughout their lives, are…