Why tell about the dark wood

Midway in the journey of our life I came to myself in a dark wood, for the straight way was lost.  Yaşam yolumuzun ortasında  karanlık bir ormanda buldum  kendimi, çünkü doğru yol yitmişti. Ah, how hard it is to tell the nature of that wood, savage, dense, and harsh — the very thought of itContinue reading “Why tell about the dark wood”