The long-awaited friendDoesn’t know himself as such.He simply walks to me,Breaches the awkward silenceBetween me and the world,And serves my soul The long-awaited words. Franck
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Song From the Burn-Out Gulf (A Psalm For Modern Times)
I have exhausted myselfThere is no place left for me to tap into.Things to do have taken hold on meFrom dawn until dusk, mainly from
My Kesa (A Robe of Words )
Each of these articles is a stitch on my kesa.On every sentence I have landed my attention.Sometimes stable, sometimes restless,Always trying to touch upon the
