Hope Is An Echo, Hope Ties Itself

What If Someone Gave A War & Nobody Came? / Life Would Ring The Bells Of Ecstasy And Forever Be Itself Again.

What Is There More Of In The World Than Anything Else? Ends.

All My Life I Have Been Trying To Learn To Read, To See And Hear, And To Write.

Freedom Is Baffling: Men Having It Often Know Not They Have It Till It Is Gone And They No Longer Have It.

Poetry Is A Sky Dark With A Wild-duck Migration.