Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country
slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
~Henry Beston
My Lebanon
Extract of a poem of Gibran khalil Gibran written after the first World War, in the 1920's...:
"What will remain of your Lebanon after a...
how deep is your love
Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down when they all should let us be
We belong to you and me...
I can smell autumn dancing in the breeze…
"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive...
the rain in africa
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company...
I bless the rains down in Africa..
Venice, Italy
'There is always something left to love.'
Gabriel García Márquez —