i fear i shall wake up in the morning to
find the world understands my poetry.
Then the mystery of soul is gone.
Then the mystery of love survives.
That’s the only choice — to choose both.
:: 04.04.2022 ::
i fear i shall wake up in the morning to
find the world understands my poetry.
Then the mystery of soul is gone.
Then the mystery of love survives.
That’s the only choice — to choose both.
:: 04.04.2022 ::
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