"at times my memory reconstructs the hasty death of love, its fragments of limp passion, and the crackling of confusion’s static with its icy-blue dismal dissonance" from: scars void of desire please rrc. dah
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
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