Going back into nature is like returning to an old friend
You can talk for hours and sit in silence
Bask in the silent understanding
While both your hearts mend.
Poems from Ondrej’s heart
Going back into nature is like returning to an old friend
You can talk for hours and sit in silence
Bask in the silent understanding
While both your hearts mend.
Travelling the
whole
wide
amazing
epic
striking
beautiful
gobsmacking
astounding
jaw-dropping
resplendent
world
is something I’d very much like to do, at some point, that would be fantastic, thanks.
What is the point of a king?
All they wear is a head-ring.
Everybody listens to what they say
And then the people have to pay
And spend their time worshipping.