Vineyard RowLet me lie and be tonight, in my peaceful vineyard row,
where the moons' glow warms the night, illuminating,
silence resonating.
Midnights' dewdrops settle on my skin,
The musky, moist earth a pillow beneath my cheek.
A soft breeze slides gently over my restless soul,
lulling me to sleep,
and I forget,
during nightimes' moments,
how far I have yet to go.



Mahatma Gandhi: Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will. 














