Predawn air is crisp.
The scent of sunrise is sweet.
Simple things, God's Gift.
A Book Is Like A Mind: Both Are Better When Open
Predawn air is crisp.
The scent of sunrise is sweet.
Simple things, God's Gift.
Is it wrong for me
to dream of your perfect form
wrapped all around me?
Trees stretch to Heaven.
The roots give them strength to try.
God help the rootless.
Passion entwined us.
A streetlamp witnessed our kiss.
Then you ran away.