Like unnamed islands We keep floating In the sea, Waiting for the wave, That comes and Takes us away. How far can one Float only on hopes, Dimishing ones, When they breathe last, Who knows? **** Sign in to see full entry.
I am a forester by profession. Being that I love to be amidst nature. Nature and spirituality really take me to another world and thats perhaps what colors my thoughts. Anything with soul interests me.