Arrows Of Light
Arrows of light, come
Pierce my soul
Pierce my soul
Breath of the bright wind
Make us one
Make us one
Life is singing
Like a great bell ringing
Arrows Of Light
Arrows of light, come
Pierce my soul
Pierce my soul
Breath of the bright wind
Make us one
Make us one
Life is singing
Like a great bell ringing
The outcome of any serious research can only be to make two questions grow where only one grew before.
Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.
The fact is that poetry is not the books in the library . . . Poetry is the encounter of…