The sands in you way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water.Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
I have always lived in my imagination; reality bores me.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
The best fertilizer for any farm is the footsteps of its owner.