I Opened My Arms To Love And

There Is A Morning Inside You Waiting To Burst Open Into Light.

What Is A Tiny Insignificant Seed That, When Spring Arrives, It Should Not Be Annihilated For A Tree To Arrive.

Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

The One Who Has A Good Friend Doesn't Need Any Mirror.

Your Legs Will Get Heavy And Tired. Then Comes A Moment Of Feeling The Wings You've Grown, Lifting.