SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me!

Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past!

Inflating my throat—you, divine average!

You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.

Song at Sunset, Walt Whitman

I just feel like a child again, going to school, learning poems, making gift for people I like.

Sun is shining, No wind today.

I came back from London one year ago.

There's nothing else to say.

I'll be mute fore the day