I feel the stars. Each sparkle sets aflame the pain in my heart.

Summer comes over the hill like a hairy blanket.

If you fall into water, you may still be saved. But if you fall down in literary matters, there is no life left for you.

Forgiveness is a little thing when love is there.

Some affixes are wildly promiscuous.

Secrets could never be rushed. They had to come of their own accord, on their own schedule. That way ,when they came , the offered themselves as a gift.

I feel the stars. Each sparkle sets aflame the pain in my heart.