Writingis an art; and artistsare human beings. As a human being stands, so a human being is
Your homecoming will be my homecoming
We can never be born enough.
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.