Epiphany
Why is it, that in a world, with a million sights to see, And a time, when there are, a hundred places to be, At a juncture, that has a hundred emotions to feel, That you suddenly turn away, becoming
Firdaus
Where footsteps have never yet made sound, And yet everybody is forever on moving ground, Where hands have never yet known the meaning of touch, And yet reality is the only thing completely out of touch. Where every word has