In beauty's name, while she may live, beauty that may not die as long as there are flowers and you and song. 🤎🧸🧺🪞🎻🥨🏹

You are the promised kiss of springtime That makes the lonely winter seem long You are the breathless hush of evening That trembles on the brink of a lovely song You are the angel glow that lights a star The dearest things I know are what you are Some day, my happy arms will hold you And some day, I'll know that moment divine When all the things you are, are mine.

출발하게 만드는 힘이 ‘동기’ 라면, 계속 나이가게 만드는 힘은 ‘습관’ 이다

She was poetry in a world that was still learning the alphabet from the smooth contures of poised metaphores and similies. She was an art form lusted for centuries.