Earth rais'd up her head, From the darkness dread & drear. Her…
by Dev
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so…
The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow; The…
And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.…
There smiles the Divine Child among his playthings of unmeaning clouds…
The more one judges, the less one loves. HONORE DE BALZAC
I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman…
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my…
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees. PABLO……
When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. LAO TZU
