Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
“Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.”
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“Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.”
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Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.