I
prepare
today to
go and sort through
shelves of poetry
and philosophy. To
find enlightenment in a
dusty tome. Within precious pages
rests the ancient sage ready to reason
engaging me with his lecture on
thinking. Enlightening me with
the motives behind the aim
and the logic that drives
civilization
today in a
race, against
dismal
times.
"From poetry and photography to magical fiction, I crafts stories of resilience, imagination, and the enduring power of kindness."
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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