I am from that place,where they behave strangelywith idols.They are so disfigured,they are recognized no more.They turn anonymous,from real people.So much that their deeds,it seems we do them ourselves.
Idols




I am from that place,where they behave strangelywith idols.They are so disfigured,they are recognized no more.They turn anonymous,from real people.So much that their deeds,it seems we do them ourselves.
“Wait, sister, do not open the gate to the bajloz, until I find my sword! It is not a good sign, that he comes at night! ” The next day, they announced the fatal news in the mountains: “They have…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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