Beneath the roots of the willow tree, where shadows dance and spirits flee,the teapot laid in silent rest, Its spout still warm, its heart possessed. Inside, the dregs of time congealed—a whisper from the unrevealed, black leaves like ink...

With each drop of ink fall, fading to indigo, twilight's measured rhythm unfurling.On the night into a world of its own, feeling each drop of oxygen.Soft as the blooming fog, a secret, with the dying light, memoirs of the...

The de facto US national motto "E pluribus unum" (Out of many, one) was changed by Congress in 1956 to the official 'In God We Trust'.Laughable that God's name is printed on all US currency when the Bible tells...