Whenever A People Or An

Our Lives Are Like A Candle In The Wind.

To Those Who Had Ordered Them To Death, One Of Them Said: “we Die Because The People Are Asleep And You Will Die Because The People Will Awaken.”

I Am! I Have Come Through! I Belong!

There Is A Music For Lonely Hearts Nearly Always. If The Music Dies Down There Is A Silence. Almost The Same As The Movement Of Music. To Know Silence Perfectly Is To Know Music.

When I Was Writing Pretty Poor Poetry, This Girl With Midnight Black Hair Told Me To Go On.