I am but only a poet,
Half, may be at best
The better half stays silent
And inspires itself.
This one, lives in fragments
So a fragment is all you get;
A fragment of a poet,
Detached from the rest.
What is life but a series of exodi - A child's birth from a safe, nurturing womb A boy learning to walk by himself A young man yearning ...
No comments:
Post a Comment