Silly Girls Your Heads Full Of Boys

The Poem Is Sad Because It Wants To Be Yours, And Cannot Be.

There Is The View That Poetry Should Improve Your Life. I Think People Confuse It With The Salvation Army.

The Soul Establishes Itself. But How Far Can It Swim Out Through The Eyes And Still Return Safely To Its Nest?

Expecting Rain, The Profile Of A Day Wears Its Soul Like A Hat.

I Lost My Ridiculous Accent Without Acquiring Another