Song of Sheba

"The source of happiness? To be yourself always! A stone? a stone; a simple hope? unsaid Two birds? not four; each star? to shine somewhere. And yet, by birth a ROSE a thousand times you're blessed..."

"You used them so lovingly discarded them, longingly. I bet they died halfway there impaled on those sweet dreams (they could not but swim upstream!) bled and pale and discouraged. And you! Always we..."

"Well, you must understand that motion is just a filler between the times we rest. So that all that is cool and all that is down is to stop beautifully and to do it often. Because everyone moves, and ..."

"Lorraine the Fair, how blessed your hills that sawof greatest Eves the third and peer of man,before began that blood-filled dark romanceto heed the message, shine and overawe.The maid wears virile arm..."

"If we cannot by ourselves shine let us bring darkness to others; the flowing blood, the dark red wine moves us to capture the rudder of nationalities resigned, destined to dwell in the gutters. We wi..."

"Flowers do not after bees chase,on birds wishing its sweet embracewarmth does not hurl itself up north.To bestow on callers its wont,its present a shelter from the Colddenied to those given to sloth.S..."