“ Sometime I wonder why I walk alone on this cold, windy road. Maybe I have no one to love or no one love me at all? Ishmael Emmanuel Balfour
“ The lamp hummed:'Regard the moon,La lune ne garde aucune rancune,She winks a feeble eye,She smiles into corners.She smoothes the hair of the grass.The moon has lost her memory.A washed-out smallpox cr… T.S. Eliot
“ The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps on my skin. Richelle E. Goodrich
