You Can Cut All The Flowers But

Never An Illness, Nor The Absence Of Grandeur, No, Nothing Is Able To Kill The Best In Us, That Kindness, Dear Sir, We Are Afflicted With: Beautiful Is The Flower Of Man, His Conduct, And Every Door Opens On The Beautiful Truth And Never Hides Treacherous Whispers. I Always Gained Something From Making Myself Better, Better Than I Am, Better Than I Was, That Most Subtle Citation: To Recover Some Lost Petal Of The Sadness I Inherited: To Search Once More For The Light That Sings Inside Of Me, The Unwavering Light.

What Does Autumn Go On Paying For With So Much Yellow Money?

Place Gifts Of Silver In Our Hands. Give Us This Day Our Daily Fish.

I Move In The University Of The Waves.

Love Is Brief: Forgetting Lasts So Long.