Love Is The Veil Between Lover And

We Are All Like The Bright Moon, We Still Have Our Darker Side.

I Have Learned Silence From The Talkative, Toleration From The Intolerant, And Kindness From The Unkind; Yet, Strange, I Am Ungrateful To Those Teachers.

Our Pain Carves Out A Larger Space For Love To Fill.

Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes Upon The Sky.

Perplexity Is The Beginning Of Knowledge.