I Hear The Mad Song Of A

I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.

The World's Continual Breathing Is What We Hear And Call Silence.

Love Is Now, Is Always. All That Is Missing Is The Coup De Grâce- Which Is Called Passion.

Today At School I Wrote An Essay About Flag Day Which Was So Beautiful, But Ever So Beautiful - For I Even Used Words Without Really Knowing What They Meant.

So Long As I Have Questions To Which There Are No Answers, I Shall Go On Writing.