Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, “you owe me.” Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.
The heart is still a redwing. …
No I don’t mean that it’s so easy;
I don’t mean that it’s so small;
but the world below is not so mean
that it can make us fall.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map