The poem shows the long stretch of the road, ends up in the woods. The poem shows the long stretch of the road, ends up in the woods.

We forgot to complain about our lives Because we lived the moment We forgot to complain about our lives Because we lived the moment

"There is a way between voice and presence where information flows." "There is a way between voice and presence where information flows."

"Take my hand this way we will go Said the man above I'll take you to place of joy Where you will fi... "Take my hand this way we will go Said the man above I'll take you to place of j...

'Add to me those minted corianders, tinted green leaves, varying every herb species. To be ... 'Add to me those minted corianders, tinted green leaves, varying every herb ...

It grew like weeds in the forest, Buzzed and enchanted, she was a butterfly, in unrest. It grew like weeds in the forest, Buzzed and enchanted, she was a butterfly, in...