tüdrukule ei tohiks anda nii palju üksiolemise aega. muidu ta hakkab mõtlema. kõik mõtted katavad tunded ära. misiganes need siis ka ei oleks.
one is sheer sunshine, the other is deep moonlight.
one is my day, the other is my night.
one is prose, the other is poetry.
i love poetry more than anything, but...
how many poems do you know, that last a lifetime?
