I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence. I speak of things i see. so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.
Arbit-ect. That's a lovely name. :)
Will posts in future be titled 20,19,18...1,0?And then 365,364,...,22,21,..1,0? :D(I want the above)[It will be a happy new year, arbit-amma. :)]
You whisper your name... but i can't hear it.
Arbit-ect. That's a lovely name. :)
ReplyDeleteWill posts in future be titled 20,19,18...1,0?
ReplyDeleteAnd then 365,364,...,22,21,..1,0? :D
(I want the above)
[It will be a happy new year, arbit-amma. :)]