When the fog lifts
for a moment, let us
make something to help
us find ourselves when it
descends again. No finished works,
only beginnings.
And focal points.
When the fog lifts
for a moment, let us
make something to help
us find ourselves when it
descends again. No finished works,
only beginnings.
Excellent advice.
Love it! (No poem is ever really finished anyway.)
Thank you, Bartholomew! And for this reminder : ) Truth!