Christmas is God deciding to become what He never had been, so that we can become what we never could be. And so, God does the most improbable thing imaginable. He orchestrates His own birth.
Craig D. Lounsbrough
Besides, a long poem is a test of invention, which I take to be the Polar star of Poetry, as Fancy is the sails - and Imagination the rudder.
For all the girls in all the worlds.May you feel strength with your first breath,realize your unlimited potential for greatness on your second, and follow your dreams on your third.
I heard that Stephen King doesn't sleep well,... so I gues that he doesn't sleep well from his imagination. If I had the same imagination I won't sleep too!
Is the moon walking,Or the clouds are joking?Is the wind passing,Or my hair is dancing?Is the night dark,Or my eyes are blank?Are the wolfs howling,Or my heart is screaming?Is the day arousing,Or my m...