There are men and women so lonely they believe God, too, is lonely.
I could safely declare, I am an idealist... I believe in everything - I am only looking for proofs.
Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower.
A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.
Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.
Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters.