'When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen.'

Wherefore,thy poem can be seen,is where outh thee man's mind and soul constructs.Thouest take kindly preatheth,and mold thee to thee freet.

"Have you held your breath in wonder, at the sky so dark and deep?" - Enid

Blyton

Of course i have,whereupon the beautiful diamonds of metourites shine down on me,and i smile back too.