Words… Have the power to move me. They are birds That beat their wings In my heart…. The song each bird sings Can be a balm…or a dart That may make me think…and improve me.
A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe
Others may build garden walls, but you can rent them:
For many months, KTB used to listen to this song every day…let me post it before a copyright violation takes away this one, too, as happened to “poo pOla poo pOla pirakkum”…