I grow wings of sea waves,when I hear the poet’s voice.
So they haven’t said in vain,that the sea itself is the poet.
His heart is so great,it can be measured against the mountains.
I too wish to be a poet,to feel more deeply, to suffer better.
It seems I already meet one condition,I endure not one night, but a sleepless life.
All the letters, have a home, Primer is its name, worth more than gold. One by one the letters, dance there, the gold they hold inside, into every word they…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
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…
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