The winter has not killed usagain!
I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.
I'd written a lot of songs with hummingbirds in them. None of them ever came to anything, but I did write a few lines last month. It went like this: 'Listen to the hummingbird whose wings you cannot see. Listen to the hummingbird, don't listen to me'.
a kite is a victim you are sure of. you love it because it pulls.
Nothing can stop you from thinking. The human mind is designed to think continually.
This mental space is occupied and everything is mine.