Here the hills are old and rolling carefully in their old age; on the horizon youthful mountains bathe themselves in windblown fountains...

Moments There were moments full of promise, like the petal-scented rainfall of early spring, when to hold you in my arms and to kiss...

Poetry, I found you where at last they chained and bound you; with devices all around you to torture and confound you, I found...

Come spring, the grand apple trees stand watered by a gushing river where the maidens’ uncut flowers shiver and the blossoming grape vine...