Moral Maxims Are Surprisingly Useful On Occasions

Mistress-like, Its Brilliance Vain, Highly Capricious And Inane.

I've Lived To Bury My Desires And See My Dreams Corrode With Rust Now All That's Left Are Fruitless Fires That Burn My Empty Heart To Dust. Struck By The Clouds Of Cruel Fate My Crown Of Summer Bloom Is Sere Alone And Sad, I Watch And Wait And Wonder If The End Is Near. As Conquered By The Last Cold Air When Winter Whistles In The Wind Alone Upon A Branch That's Bare A Trembling Leaf Is Left Behind.

Write For Pleasure And Publish For Money.

Then Came A Moment Of Renaissance, I Looked Up - You Again Are There, A Fleeting Vision, The Quintessence Of All That`s Beautiful And Rare.

It Is Better To Have Dreamed A Thousand Dreams That Never Were Than Never To Have Dreamed At All.