Take Sips Of This Pure Wine Being

A Shadow Cannot Ignore The Sun That All Day Creates And Moves It.

I Don’t Know Why; When I Look At You, I See Myself

In Silence There Is Eloquence. Stop Weaving And See How The Pattern Improves.

Dance, And Make Joyous The Love Around You. Dance, And Your Veils Which Hide The Light Shall Swirl In A Heap At Your Feet.

I Have Blossomed So Much, I Am The Envy Of The Gardens.