I like poetry!
By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul. - Carl Sandburg
I celebrate myself and sing myself, for what I am you are and every atom belonging to me as good as belongs to you. - Walt Whitman
When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time's woods break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time's woods break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.
Renee Out.
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