Last Night My Teacher Taught Me The

There Goes A River Dragging An Ocean Behind It.

Where, With Your One Rose You Can Buy Hundreds Of Rose Gardens?

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

In Silence There Is Eloquence. Stop Weaving And See How The Pattern Improves.

When I Die, I Shall Soar With Angels, And When I Die To The Angels, What I Shall Become You Cannot Imagine.