I imagined I was God for a millisecond And became speechless for a long time.
Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.
Eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.
The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched.
When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.