Let good people take a part of your thoughts, but whoever isn't, must not be allowed to enter and should be left to blossom outside – in the garden of fools.
He was a pirate of the skies, making poetry along his conquest above the clouds.
The sun goes out. The sea was calm and it was dimly lit in shades of blue.
She took the earphones and listens. She covered her ears from the noise of the crowd.
I'm happy with the sunshine, but someone needed rain.