Perhaps to love is to learnto walk through this world.
To learn to be silentlike the oak and the linden of the fable.
To learn to see.
Your glance scattered seeds.
It planted a tree. I talkbecause you shake its leaves.
Perhaps to love is to learnto walk through this world.
To learn to be silentlike the oak and the linden of the fable.
To learn to see.
Your glance scattered seeds.
It planted a tree. I talkbecause you shake its leaves.