Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Greet the sky and live, blossom!... Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind, I spill… — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
