Our countenances—
nothing but impressions...
No one knew what happened here
The lightening rods, the silent tears...
Inner and outer —
without both, no bird takes flight...
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...
A taint of red rose
illuminates...
He brushed me off with his eyelashes and said,
"You are an idiot—you know nothing...
The obvious is always visible,
yet vision is personal...