Stories That Matter- Simple and Informative

A women's life is of her own, This has always been, Someone else's world, not mine! A vivid imaginary of Sad solitude in man's world. It's a tumult of actions Dreams and turbulent moments, An eternal longing for Inexistent love and desire! A blast of burning air Suffocating, fatal place, I thought it as mine Which cut me at best Like a sharpened blade. From a distant silence I grow like a plain, old bird, Who is never meant to be free! ~ Natasa   

@Sculpture by Daniel Arsham (2015) The immortal echos Of our time, Our existence and romance The Retrospective Of the Life, Is an eternal sign From an ancient bloodline Surviving only For the last time. @Natasa