robin! I saw you, I blinked and you were gone… robin? or a red dot?
”CONTROL YOUR ANGER!” he shouted at me at the top of his lungs
when he slapped his daughter he wondered what hurt more – her cheek or his heart
No, not in summer nor in spring do evergreen trees smell so sweet as in the winter frost
how pretty was the snow in which grey horses roamed – now it melted, they are gone