Sailing in my head
You swim my secret oceans
Of coral blue and red
There are three things extremely hard: steel, a diamond, and to know one’s self.
…how the sun rose a ribbon at a time.
…the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. Today has been a success!
A girl can wait for the right man to come along, but in the meantime that still doesn’t mean she can’t have a wonderful time with all the wrong ones
Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.
…but I have this look.
If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable
Rome was a poem pressed into service as a city.