Taken away by this tiny river
The song of this river I didn't know...
I am a Nail
And you are the Hammer...
Lilacs and roses
Sunny days...
The whispers in the wind
Tell us many things...
In the curve of her back I could see her pain
and that her very light was dimmed...
Sometimes I feel that everything I touch turns to...
and I’m reliving the past...
Yes, I knew the man
strange one indeed named his garden...
Before ideas are formulated into thought
is an intuitive grasp of what has been wrought...
My eyes grow weary
sooner these days though still I...
One night, when the sky draped itself with dark...
I found myself adrift at sea...
How
can...
Let my words reach every nation, Let my actions...
Let my thoughts calculate reason...