Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.
Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.
Grace comes to forgive and then forgive again.
A thief loves the night. I am day. I reveal essences.
Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another
Counterfeiters exist because there is such a thing as real gold.