Mar 2015
writing is a movement
by which my thoughts
are savored;
like the silence of wind
until it rustles the leaves
the words I write
still move me
after the wind has stopped
by which my thoughts
are savored;
like the silence of wind
until it rustles the leaves
the words I write
still move me
after the wind has stopped
I have often said the thoughts and experiences I write about can't be taken away form me with time.
