From The Place Where We Are Right,

From The Place Where We Are Right, Flowers Will Not Grow In The Spring.

The Reason A Poet Is A Poet Is To Write Poems, Not To Advertise Himself As A Poet.

And As We Stray Further From Love, We Multiply The Words. Had We Remained Together We Could Have Become A Silence.

What Are You Going To Do Now? You'll Collect Loves Like Stamps. You've Got Doubles And No One Will Trade With You. And You've Got Damaged Ones.

The Reason A Poet Is A Poet Is To Write Poems, Not To Advertise Himself As A Poet.