Wrapped in sequin covers of fantasy, the real world is definitely so much more appealing. Because, no matter how cynical a mind gets, hope always peeks up like a sapling and covers the grey walls of cynicism like the sly ivy. This book is my trave...
Wrapped in sequin covers of fantasy, the real world is definitely so much more appealing. Because, no matter how cynical a mind gets, hope always peeks up like a sapling and covers the grey walls of cynicism like the sly ivy. This book is my travelogue through all the woods and valleys I've never seen. A collection of tales by weeping willows, starry night-skies, flowery fields, sweet twilights, unbelievable dreams and so many more places where the reality blends into fantasy with as much ease as tears blending into ink. Poetry makes speaking those unspoken thoughts so much easier, because the ivy of words grows on and covers the heart, while creating the illusion of baring it.