by Prasanta | Jan 7, 2018 | Poetry
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth. ~Rainer Maria Rilke: Sunset ...
by Prasanta | Jan 1, 2018 | Photos, Quotes, Words
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” — T.S. Eliot //...
