I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old his coat worn his cloak was out at the elbows the water passed through his shoes - and the stars through his soul.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where...
At the end of the day you know love does not happen between two perfect...
The next morning we saw nothing of the enemy though we were still lying to.
