Forever I strivefor the flowers to bloom.For the mountain to always be green.Around lovesmay there never be raisedfences and walls.May they babblelike water over pebbles.
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When love turns sour, hearts peck “sweetly” at each other…. Woe to the heart that has no shield and helmet.
O Dreamy Creature
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…