Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
William,if we can imagine it, the war's as good as over.
Conrad, thanks.May your wordsin this white fieldbecome flowersin the wide world.
Wow!!!!!!!!What a beautiful dream. To make love and not war.'All in the world is milled away-And love alone remains.'
Thanks, Nazia. Maybe we should collect all of our imagined ends and forge them into one grand beginning.
That would be some beginning!!You know where to find me, whenever you decide to begin your beginning of the imagined ends!
Wish that for beautiful Afghanistan!!!
Nazia, that I do. The same goes for you.Rudhi, yes. And remember: when looking at the earth from space, one sees no fences or borders.
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William,
if we can imagine it, the war's as good as over.
Conrad, thanks.
May your words
in this white field
become flowers
in the wide world.
Wow!!!!!!!!
What a beautiful dream. To make love and not war.
'All in the world is milled away-
And love alone remains.'
Thanks, Nazia. Maybe we should collect all of our imagined ends and forge them into one grand beginning.
That would be some beginning!!
You know where to find me, whenever you decide to begin your beginning of the imagined ends!
Wish that for beautiful Afghanistan!!!
Nazia, that I do. The same goes for you.
Rudhi, yes. And remember: when looking at the earth from space, one sees no fences or borders.
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