Bhyllabus l'énigme

A Cahya Legawa's Les pèlerins au-dessus des nuages


  • Soul without the roof

    We are the shadows, we hide from the light We are the birds, we have no flight We are the flowers, we wilt in the sun We are the stars, we fade in the dawn We are the candles, we burn in the dark We are the sparks, we have no fire We are the… Continue reading

  • The Lost Fishing Village

    I came back to the fishing village where I grew up long agoBut all I found were empty houses and a silence deep and lowThe boats were gone, the nets were torn, the pier was cracked and grayThe people who had lived and loved had all moved far away I walked along the dusty streets… Continue reading

  • I am a small bud of freedom

    Rising under the first morning mist, I am a small bud of freedom. Come upon the labyrinth of winds, meet between hopes and life, I am a small bud of freedom. The morning dew which releasing all chain of past, I am a small bud of freedom. The very breath itself is freedom, the flowing… Continue reading

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Hello, I’m a general physician by day and a fiction and blog writer by night. I love fantasy and adventure stories with a cup of tea. Whether it’s exploring magical worlds, solving mysteries, or fighting evil forces, I enjoy immersing myself in the power of imagination.

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