in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems
And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms
Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers
great men burn bridges before they come to them
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.