Jun 2024
'it is not the language of painters
but the language of nature one should listen
to reach the perfectly articulated thought
in search of the lost chord
it disappears like foggy mist
in the wake of a rising Sun
the foggy mist of my decline
what a dream I had
if only I could show you
but the language of nature one should listen
to reach the perfectly articulated thought
in search of the lost chord
it disappears like foggy mist
in the wake of a rising Sun
the foggy mist of my decline
what a dream I had
if only I could show you
the struggle ...a few borrowed lines
(M/New Market, Va)
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