A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look.
We ran as if to meet the moon.
Men work together, I told him from the heart, Whether they work together or apart.
Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.
He asked with the eyes more than the lips for a shelter for the night.