"There is dew on these poems in the morning, and at night a cool breeze may rise from them. In the winter they are blankets, in the summer a place to swim. I like talking to you like this. Have you moved a step closer? Soon we may be kissing." … [Read more...] about Dew on these poems
Talking
Liberation
"Freeing oneself from words is liberation." … [Read more...] about Liberation
He Who Knows
"He who knows, does not speak. He who speaks, does not know." … [Read more...] about He Who Knows
He Who Talks More
"He who talks more is sooner exhausted." … [Read more...] about He Who Talks More
