He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise. |
The breeze sweeps across my face
I am standing thre eyes closed...
The tears and sorrow have flown all day
Sadness has swam into your heart...
These sheets
The pillows...
Rivers full of poison
Trees falling like rain...
I stare at you
And that perfect face...
"Wither we agree of not. We all need that one person to wipe away the tears and embrace us in a hug, |
"To help others, you have to help yourself, and when that is complete you are ready to change the world" |
"Let a little sunshine into your heart" |