A Scroll From The Skies

You never know what comes ahead But do you ever stop thinking about it in your head? Sometimes life closes every single door And you think from the skies fall only heavy downpour? Sometimes life can be ruthless and may crush all your bones And you think from the skies fall only giant hail-stones? Sometimes…

A quiet sail

The oceans aren’t calm and the sky isn’t colorful either, but when you quietly sail through you see a different picture altogether.