Even God cannot change the past.
Rhyme that enslaved queen that supreme charm of our poetry that creator of our meter.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where...
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible...
Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.
My opinion is that a poet should express the emotion of all the ages and...
I write poetry in order to live more fully.
