Isamu's Identity
Capturing fragmented glimpses of the self—faces that seem familiar yet distant, memories both shimmering and obscured. As reflections twist and colours bleed, it reveals the untold, the uncharted, the hidden stories left behind.
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18 postsRemi's Riddle
In a temple, secluded, a sage's decree, A riddle of time, a paradox to see. "What flows like a river, yet remains still, Like a...
Desert Dunes
On desert dunes, I stroll alone, Amidst a sea of burning stones. Beneath the fiery sun’s relentless glare, I walk endlessly, with words of prayer.
Bouquet
I offer this bouquet of white and yellow chrysanthemums, Each one is filled with honey and sand. The tender warm soil under my toes, the soul of infinite lives through my fingertips.
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