Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses.
When I am alone I am happy.
Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood's edge
beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.
It is not fair to be old, to put on a brown sweater.
Shoes twisted into incredible lilies.