Short story The man named Martin says; "The mind of a poet is always that which brings life to nature, words to humanity, meaning to earth, and soul to the universe". The beautiful and sometimes solemn rhythms of Martin, as he wrote his not to perfect poem, always thinking of the beautiful Mary, flows till the end of this book. He never knew someone better than Mary, has always been there for him. "How could I have fallen in love with the wrong person". *Newbook alert*