Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the … Continue reading Untitled

“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”

Change the way you look at things and things start to change.

Broken apart: unknown poet

because of its simplicity, my thoughts split انشطرت خواطري ببصاطتها