“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds”
Sometimes a staid, boring, oft repeated phrase catches your eye as if for the first time. You sense the subtleties and suddenly its as if a ‘eureka’ kind of glee takes over. It happened today when randomly the term ‘spread cheer’ appeared, out of nowhere as it (more…)
Sachiniti 