Brits have power to create
Elemental forces when they go...

Rise, Aura, o'er the horizon;
Guide my steed with sinuous limbs...

Tornados dance and go
But I really only cried...

An egret lifted from its ditch, flew in front of...
Avoided death on my car grill by seconds...

The bird 'scapes her cage to wing,
To shout in the light of Spring...

Loving two ways,
Loving three times...

Men do not hunt
For the Queen of Summer...

Cooking again, it pleases me,
Perhaps even more than those...

I was full of myself, full of my sorrow,
And carefully chose the sharpest razor...

We know where you live, believe it.
You may try but can't get away...

You will notice that no one wants
The garbage thrown to the street...

Pain is not suffering,
Pain is a message...