Our countenances—
nothing but impressions...
No one knew what happened here
The lightening rods, the silent tears...
To my little niece
I miss you from the bottom of my heart...
This is me and isn't.
I wish you could understand...
Inner and outer —
without both, no bird takes flight...
Why do measurements and sizes
graze only the surface...
Aha!
So this is the mediocre’s law...
Only fresh air is beloved.
She loves...
Wood searches for light—
whether in the sky...
To escape death,
there is no choice but to live...
am original song in they and soul mind body and...
we sponge off the media we must look at things...
A bloom
is a testament to fire...