Recently Banned Literature
Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
I do not choose my words. I am chosen by them.
Listen. Do trees choose the wind?
I seek no other way to live.
A hollow reed, I yield to the master’s hands,
Each breath a breath to praise the way it is.
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