I got a reward-a trophyhigher than these pine tress. Higher than the cloudsI wishI was that fortunate. I count death,var _sttoolbar =...

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Life, you're beautiful (I say) you just couldn't get more fecund, more befrogged or nightingaily, more anthillful or sproutspouting. I'm trying to court life's favor, to get into its good graces, to anticipate its whims. I'm always the first to...

Pleasure is not mine, I should not write it-it is the reward of those who wait and still on the process of waiting usually done in the break of dawn whereeverything is youthful Pleasure is the song of the foiled,the requiem of their souls,sung with so...

*D taught me how to write poetry. Now, I'm still writing our memories through abstract images . If i could describe our Friendship it would be a Red Rose: Red Rose It was the death of a red rosewhere crimson turned darker than our blood. ...