Silent Cries of The Fallen
The footsteps of a soldier departed from battle He walks with dry lips, parched tongue, a few sips All alone, […]
The footsteps of a soldier departed from battle He walks with dry lips, parched tongue, a few sips All alone, […]
Dear Planet Earth, This is the first post from The Gaia Centre on our very own blog. From here on […]
My wooden rocking chair creeps with each movement, whilst everything around me is quiet. The sound of the wood creaking […]
A horse I see. Shifting through the spaces of time with unfathomable agility. On water, it speeds. Tiny droplets of […]
Every so often you’ll find one of our recommendations for new reading material. This time, and for the first time, […]