Happiness for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light to the feet thin ice that cracks and so may no one touch you who loves you.
True poetry is similar to certain pictures whose owner is unknown and which...
On a soap happiness never lasts for very long!
Let me tell you sisters seeing dried egg on a plate in the morning is a lot dirtier than anything I've had to deal with in politics.
