Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger, let it seem Small matter if he come or stay; But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
I wish I could collect the perfect words, put them in your hands and close your fingers around them so you could know how much I thank you for being part of my life. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
