The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?
The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?
I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.
Nothing is the force that renovates the World.
Judge tenderly of me.
I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious