youthful nose and eyestousle lines, hear it, fresh book,somewhere, in China
if I with a bookI am happy, he knows this.he can read that silent poetry.
we were too busy in life now that we have…
I meet you like a readerbut when I write I am just a seeker.
newspaper takes us fartherby hand where we’ll always see the truththat either move or disturb us!
nothing to fearno other powerthan the Truth
Hushed at wake of dawnbirds sing songs, the trees whisper with…