No glory.
No pain.
The artist’s way.
What a beauty
They made.
Without unnecesary stones in the road.
No real sorrow.
“All is calm“
Sing.
A silent song.
Even unmachined,
my real ears
can hear you,
anyway.
Adrian Fares
No glory.
No pain.
The artist’s way.
What a beauty
They made.
Without unnecesary stones in the road.
No real sorrow.
“All is calm“
Sing.
A silent song.
Even unmachined,
my real ears
can hear you,
anyway.
Adrian Fares