• м γ ε α я τ ң

    I think of field mice in the rye,
    and of birds chirping in the sky.
    I think of children playing in the rain,
    and of the wounded in enormous pain.... more »

  • Reminisce

    Reminisce by Samson Fung
    Sitting in a chair,
    In front of a fire,
    Staring at the flames,... more »