e world抯 heart with the depth of thy tears as the sea has the earth.
The sunshine greets me with a smile. The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.
My flower of the day dropped its petals for gotten. In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence. The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp, and a waiting behind it. He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fullness in the field of ripened rice.
They hated and killed and men praised them. But god in shame hastens to hide its memory under t
Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.he green grass.
Darkness travels towards light, but blindness towards death.
The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.
Sit still, my heart, do not raise your dust. Let the world find its way to you.
The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth—“Your freedom is mine.
Woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.