No more poems today,
I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Thank you
December 27, 2011I seem to have lost a valued reader of my blog.
I don’t really post much but a few months ago someone was reading my posts religiously. I felt elated as the reader seemed interested in what I was going through. Nowadays, this blog is just an occupant of cyberspace and a repository of my musings with that person probably not interested anymore. Sad.
But..
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