I touch its riddle...
I love that this very timely poem is almost 30 years old.
Sad, in its way.
And, great poetry is timeless, yes?
"There’s a place in my brain
where hate won’t grow.
I touch its riddle: wind, and seeds."
gorgeous lines, bethany.
I love that this very timely poem is almost 30 years old.
Sad, in its way.
And, great poetry is timeless, yes?
"There’s a place in my brain
where hate won’t grow.
I touch its riddle: wind, and seeds."
gorgeous lines, bethany.