To sip the ocean in a tiny drop
And taste the bitter drops
To ask for more, never to stop
And long for sunny days.
To breathe the endless sky above
And feel its lonely sorrow,
To understand
Act II, scene 4:Mr.Royal`s dining room.Important stiff people were chatting about vital things for them such as money, business...The clock stroke eight times.\"I have only an hour left until...\", I
I was wondering one chilly afternoon, as gloomy as my soul is, along the deserted alleys of the Solitude. I was sensing the nothingness begging my embracing and my whole mortal body was trembling
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