Tales of autumn

when did it become so hard to look at things with innocent eyes of a child? now you realize that growing up was more harmfu...

the times are bleak, cold and always passing yet sunlight comes creeping in putting a light on the dust settled on the wings ...

a discouraging thought of possibility of adapting someone elses' mask has you running always away or towards stayin...

buried in uncertainty times of loss have made us question when and if ever this road will flow more surely as if a stream with...

Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka when autumn wind blows and brings with it that familiar scent I pack my bags and move to my tree...