I Would Give Up The Unessential; I

In The Procession I Should Feel The Crushing Feet, The Clashing Discords, The Ruthless Hands And Stifling Breath. I Could Not Hear The Rhythm Of The March.

Goodbye -- Because I Love You.

The City Atmosphere Certainly Has Improved Her. Some Way She Doesn't Seem Like The Same Woman.

There Are Some People Who Leave Impressions Not So Lasting As The Imprint Of An Oar Upon The Water.

Have You Ever Heard The Earth Breath?