Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid
the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.
love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows