I rose up out of the darkness. And there was never another flower to bloom in the manner I did,
One. Two steps. Now take two back. I catch a glimpse of you —mid pondering the formulas
Buenos nochesmi pájaro de la canción sé que cuando me despiertoestará durmiendo.Así pues, otra vez digo a usted buenos noches.
You pick up your pen with the intention to write. You have no starting line nor finishing line in sight.
I blessed the magnificent, ever-holy Lord Our Gods Almighty. All law. For they alone are many. Together one. And
I know it’s only by God’s hands, a ton of ambition and lots of good loving that we haven’t dropped
He’s waited on me hand and foot what more could I ask of Him? but that look. The look in
Act 1, Scene 1 Who prays for your water droplets? Alarm clocks blaring—our sightless hands search the nightstand and windowsill
The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in
The Muses in Order by Appearance Tru Bey: The Scientist Nahdee Shula (Nadie): The Gypsy Queen Nadira: Universe E. English (Egypt English