leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

A badly written novel can always be shortened to a poem.

may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.

I’m on a long journey around and through myself...

my poetry is merely a body.you are the soul in my words.

She was the unlucky lover,who loved everyone but herself

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

Loneliness why do you accompany me if I wish to be alone?

If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.

ASK NOT IF POETRY IS DEAD, ASK HOW YOU CAN LIVE FOR POETRY.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

There is a wilderness we walk aloneHowever well-companioned

Forgive me,joy,if I blasphemed youbefore I learned to love.