SAND AND FOAM(first part)
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trees are poems t tes upon turn to paper t iness.
So e (and only ts kno of being artless, and the magic of loving your readers.
ts and they are inspired.
Sree e its autobiograp be unlike tory of a race.
If I o cing a poem and tasy of a poem unten, I is better poetry.
But you and all my neig I always choose badly.
Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song t rises from a bleeding h.
ords are timeless. You ster te timelessness.
A poet is a detting among trying to fas of the ashes.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and ionary.
In vain s seek t.
Once I said to a poet, quot;e s knoil you die.quot;
And ;Yes, deat is t I tongue, and more in my desire t;
If you sing of beauty t of t you will have an audience.
Poetry is encs t.
isdom is poetry t sings in the mind.
If time sing in his mind,
truthe shadow of God.
Inspiration ion will never explain.
e often sing lullabies to our c we ourselves may sleep.
All our crumbs t fall do of the mind.
tumbling stone to poetry.
A great singer is he who sings our silences.
h food?
is filled h gold?
tingale pierces horn when he sings his love song.
So do we all. how else should we sing?
Genius is but a robins song at the beginning of a slow spring.
Even t cannot escape py.
A madman is not less a musician trume