Lunatics Have No Age. If

Does Pain Go Away And Leave No Trace, Then?’ ‘you Sometimes Even Feel Sentimental For It.

The True Joy Of A Moonlit Night Is Something We No Longer Understand. Only The Men Of Old, When There Were No Lights, Could Understand The True Joy Of A Moonlit Night.

The Labor Into Which A Heart Has Poured Its Whole Love--where Will It Have Its Say, To Excite And Inspire, And When?

The Snow On The Distant Mountains Was Soft And Creamy, As If Veiled In A Faint Smoke.

People Have Separated From Each Other With Walls Of Concrete That Blocked The Roads To Connection And Love. And Nature Has Been Defeated In The Name Of Development.