teach usequality through empathy

What happens to a dream deferred?

I am the constellation of my own.

Another breath, left to translate

Thoughts are powerfulSo be careful

sad is the poem i will never write

Furthermore, he had beautiful eyes.

We manufacture wonder where we can.

Sudahkah kau minum puisimu hari ini?

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.

The true poem rests between the words.

Life is a poem most people never read.

the gods seldomgivebut so quicklytake.

America, the plum blossoms are falling.

Is Virgin you trying to fathom me