Blühen / Blossom Dankbarkeit / Gratitude Federn / Springs Schönste / Fairest Seele / Soul Welche / Which
The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood.
'Cake Boss' does massive, massive things, which are great.
The first play I saw was a Samuel Beckett play which was great.
It is the hour to rend thy chains, the blossom time of souls.
Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.
Time is the school in which we learn, time is the fire in which we burn.
I quite like childlike songs, which sometimes cross over.
Gratitude goes a long way.
The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.
