Yet Falling In Love Is Not The

All Of Us Yearn For The Highest Wisdom, But We Have To Rely On Ourselves In The End.

And If There Is No Lining To The World? If A Thrush On A Branch Is Not A Sign, But Just A Thrush On The Branch? If Night And Day Make No Sense Following Each Other?

The Purpose Of Poetry Is To Remind Us How Difficult It Is To Remain Just One Person, For Our House Is Open, There Are No Keys In The Doors, And Invisible Guests Come In And Out At Will.

Poetry Is A Dividend From What You Know And What You Are.

Be Young Forever, Seasons Of The Earth.