There Is No Space Wider

Bitter Love, A Violet With It's Crown Of Thorns In A Thicet Of Spiky Passions, Spear Of Sorrow, Corolla Of Rage: How Did You Come To Conquer My Soul? What Brought You?

Hands Make The World Each Day.

Love Has To Be…flowering Like The Stars, And Measureless As A Kiss.

Megaphone In Which The Wind Passes Singing.

A Child Who Does Not Play Is Not A Child, But The Man Who Doesn't Play Has Lost Forever The Child Who Lived In Him And Who He Will Miss Terribly.