I believe in the flowerthere then and now and always picked and plucked at random by the waysideby tremulous fingersforced to the actand…
The leaf floats to the ground and resists the free-falling stomach-rolling sensation of fear. The…
Warrior, stay thy hand.Would’st thou destroy onewho could be thy own son? — even though from another land. Perceive, he has eyes,a…