I am not here to make a difference.
Instead, I would sum it up for you
So that it is easy to tread
Knowing what I went through.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Have seen much darkness and light. Gazed at almost all the stars on the dome. They have been searching and searched for. Ghoulish times have laid their glint on them. Owlish wisdom has swept across. And the Universe before them, arranges itself into lines and lines of raw verse. Which are picked up, polished as a fruit and gifted to posterity by this grandmother of poetry.