Yana’s garden Vienna. Photograph©Chulie de Silva How much of “heart’s pain” do we carry with us? And how many times can you recall when a lover’s light caress on the nape of your neck, a gentle touching of fingers, a butterfly kiss on the eye lids, a friend’s warm hug, an ...

I felt I saw your face, and I launched my boat in the             dark. Now the morning breaks in smiles and the spring             flowers are in bloom. Yet should the light fail and the flowers fade I will … Continue reading →