Think of me not as hungry,
or eager to possess,
but as a statue
in your path,
blessed
by silent snowfall.
Spring is how I turn the
page.
What I know
is the moss that grows
where you stand, and where
we meet.
Currently Reading†
Ulysses (Armenian
translation)
† among others
2 comments:
deep and peaceful as a well... of wisdom.
thank you, William.
So very nice of you, Tanya. Thank you.
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