Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
You honour me Sir. A lovely poem from a sound mind.
Mind blown, seed sown, I always say. So maybe there’s still hope. Meanwhile, I really feel it is you who honor me.
I wonder...do flowers pray?This is lovely, my friend~
Thank you, Jan. Especially this time of year, I can’t help thinking of them as praying and prayer both.
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