[ad_1] In a touching poem, Li Bai writes, As the green hills are above the northern wall, White water billows east of the city. And from this spot, in a single act, we both part. And as a lonely tumbleweed…
[ad_1] Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the Winds – To a Heart in port – Done with the Compass – Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden –…