Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That

If Winter Should Say, 'spring Is In My Heart,' Who Would Believe Winter?

The Things Which The Child Loves Remain In The Domain Of The Heart Until Old Age. The Most Beautiful Thing In Life Is That Our Souls Remain Hovering Over The Places Where We Once Enjoyed Ourselves. I Am One Of Those Who Remembers Those Places Regardless Of Distance Or Time.

Lovers Embrace That Which Is Between Them Rather Than Each Other.

You Are Not Enclosed Within Your Bodies, Nor Confined To Houses Or Fields. That Which Is You Dwells Above The Mountain And Roves With The Wind.

I Am A Poet Who Composes What Life Proses, And Who Proses What Life Composes.