I fly, riding the clouds on wide wings,
wings of purple, and red, and yellow,
sparkling and swift, satisfied and serene,
a string of hearts hanging from my neck,
Imagine yourself as a painter, you have this blank canvas in front of you. You envision this amazingly intricate painting of reds, blues, greens, and purples. Then the more you...
Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines
by Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue...