A HOPE THAT KEEPS US GOING
“It was the eve of March when suddenly a bell rang. As I opened the door, I found Leonardo da Vinci standing outside with a fabulous painting in his hand…
Where only I Exist
“It was the eve of March when suddenly a bell rang. As I opened the door, I found Leonardo da Vinci standing outside with a fabulous painting in his hand…
They call it a quest; A quest for power, a quest for glory. While body wrapped in debris, tells a different story. With a land so barren; And air filled…