1521

The Butterfly upon the Sky,
That doesn’t know its Name
And hasn’t any tax to pay
And hasn’t any Home
Is just as high as you and I,
And higher, I believe,
So soar away and never sigh
And that’s the way to grieve—

somehow victory is a grape wine

which I always strive to get it ...

how much I try my destination is changing

It's location from one place to other

finally making me a seeker instead of a

Winner

I was told as a child
There are no places left to explore
They've all been discovered before

Well there's outer space
The ocean
And the human mind

Probably enough in those places
We've never seen before

It's true the heaviest heart writes the prettiest poetry.

711

Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
To drink—enables Mine
Through Desert or the Wilderness
As bore it Sealed Wine—

To go elastic—Or as One
The Camel’s trait—attained—
How powerful the Stimulus
Of an Hermetic Mind—