Old Memories
My memories are like
broken glass, once gaudy bottles;
are now , in my minds' eye:
soft jewels on a blinding white beach.
Old Memories
redbloodink commented on Old Memories
04-04-2010
musicmade commented on Old Memories
07-16-2009
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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