I Hear A Drum In My Soul's

The One Who Has A Good Friend Doesn't Need Any Mirror.

There's A Path From Your Heart To Mine.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River.

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

Just As The Heart Becomes Carefree In A Place Of Green, Growing Plants, Goodwill And Kindness Are Born When Our Souls Enter Happiness.