The poem is a wish for the earth to be flat. The poem is a wish for the earth to be flat.

One dreams to dominate and rule over others One dreams to dominate and rule over others

Of course, I know, It doesn't make sense. Of course, I know, It doesn't make sense.

Grandma's hands map a bonvoyage, From hope to days of strife. They once were young and not so ... Grandma's hands map a bonvoyage, From hope to days of strife. They once we...

Live your every single moment as if it’s the most beautiful frame of your life. Live your every single moment as if it’s the most beautiful frame of your life.

Where you feared of traveling. Where you feared of traveling.