When dreams whisper. . . — blossomsworld

In the ancient whispers of our dreams, our soul resides. Lingering, ready to step forth and penetrate our deepest slumber. I dreamed of this room time and night again. The wall, a colourful rainbow of spines, old and new, new and old. Torn corners, bent pages, faded covers, creased titles, dust particles danced in the […]

via When dreams whisper. . . — blossomsworld

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About williwash

A writer, a human rights activist, an adventurer and a poet.
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