I'm filled with secrets. Where I'm from, the birds sing a pretty song and there's always music in the air. Sometimes my arms bend back.
"You are flowers in my stomach.
| ~ Elke River|
"How shall I hold on to my soul, so that
|~ Rainer Maria Rilke, from Sonnets To Orpheus|
Someone I loved once gave me
It took me years to understand
| ~ Mary Oliver|
"Will you tolerate
| ~ Tyler Knott Gregson|
"I rot on the wall,
|~ Anne Sexton|
"You are like night, calmed, constellated.
| ~ Pablo Neruda|
"The sweet small clumsy feet of April came
|~ E.E. Cummings|
| ~ E. E. Cummings - My sweet old Etcetera|