Let us give way to the unspoken
passion hidden in the
closet of our discretion.
(“Crépuscule du désir”)
Erik Pevernagie
At last came the golden month
of the wild folk-- honey-sweet May,
when the birds come back, and the
flowers come out, and the air is full
of the sunrise scents and songs
of the dawning year.
Samuel Scoville Jr
May the clouds give
your shapes inspiration.
Anthony T. Hincks
