Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.
Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.
It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.
The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky.
I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.
When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.