Love, I’ll not ever lose this hold,Among your hair, there are scoops of debris,And among your cheeks, there are flowers agleam,While among your lips, there are words stilled and silent,As your chin was dipped in ashes,And beholds a pale hue for myself to see. Start…
Q: As you term it, the “individual perspective” has become the beginning of the selfishness to a world with only a focus on the self, and a human’s inevitable yearning for companionship? A: The “focus on the self” stems always from a view around oneself…
