Bloody tears from a bleeding heart,
Why worth are they a shade;
If the eyes that see are dry,
And the hearts that feel, evade?
|| Know no more about me, I, me and myself, in all; Than the perturbations of thoughts and feels, That, everyday, rise and fall.|| For an older version of my blog, visit here.
In the wilderness of the green lush trees, Between the sea and the hills; Mighty Poseidon of the seas - Upon the dazzling beauty of Kerkyra...
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