On The Long March Comments

Soul is the missing page that completes an essential manuscript, one that tells us how to live... A high wind slashes across cloud banks and the sky bleeds dawn red over our glittering arms. We will not stop, or even rest, until the night reveals what the day conceals: - - - - Loved the lines.

What an old person aspires is probably - a new youth! and I understand you now, I long for the youth with you. But, dear, I'll leave you now, I'll go to a window frame, what wil make me smile - the sun there, and endlessness of a lane. This endlessness makes me little, and opens me dear God! this opening is so simple, but billions - don't understand! That feeling alone makes you happy, you don't even have to find, the flash of small life right now! - so clear to babes and wise,