Essences
Here are archived the words that slipped from my soul — the poems, the philosophies, the essences.
Perhaps it will become, sooner or later, an archive of posthumous memories. But may it serve, while it lasts, as an offering to reflection, to the rescue of feeling, to poetry in its rawest form.
Perhaps it will become, sooner or later, an archive of posthumous memories. But may it serve, while it lasts, as an offering to reflection, to the rescue of feeling, to poetry in its rawest form.
