Intuition of a Buddhist
It was a night. The sky was black and dark was the time. Silence was marking its imprints over history and he was trying to sleep at his palace. His body was lying on his magnificent bed, as if silence had embraced...
Articulations of my ardent thoughts
It was a night. The sky was black and dark was the time. Silence was marking its imprints over history and he was trying to sleep at his palace. His body was lying on his magnificent bed, as if silence had embraced...
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