In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem

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

A Servant Wants To Be Rewarded For What He Does. A Lover Wants Only To Be In Love's Presence, That Ocean Whose Depth Will Never Be Known.

No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To Be Perfect Can Afflict Thy Soul.

I Said, “i Just Want To Know You And Then Disappear.” She Said, “knowing Me Does Not Mean Dying.

You Are A Fountain Of The Sun's Light. I Am A Willow Shadow On The Ground. You Make My Raggedness Silky.