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
Firework
January 1, 2012I posted this on the FB wall of Regin as a surprise but had to later remove it. He didn’t have any chance to see it as he was really busy and I didn’t want it on his wall anymore - clutter. I was sure he’d like the “surprise” on the second minute of the video. I hope he’d be able to watch it soon.
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