Believe Me. Sometimes When Life Looks To

He Wants To Be Grown-up. How Different Dreams Can Be! Nature Will Soon Grant Your Wish.

Mo Could Paint Pictures In The Empty Air With His Voice Alone.

Reality Is A Fragile Thing.

My Children Were All Made From Paper And Printer's Ink.

He Longed For The Deep As She Longed For The Night Sky And For White Lilies Floating On Water -- Although She Still Tried To Convince Herself That Love Alone Could Feed Her Soul.