It called to me against my will / A light that defined heart / A distant solemn cry like burning amber in the deep
Read More“I was taught love but not how to love. Born with love to give, but not the way to give it.”
Read More“It has been assumed, tacitly and avowedly, directly and indirectly, that the ultimate object of all Poetry is Truth.”
It called to me against my will / A light that defined heart / A distant solemn cry like burning amber in the deep
Read More“I was taught love but not how to love. Born with love to give, but not the way to give it.”
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