Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
William... absolutely not.I want a heart that changing rhythmaccording to 'music'breaks up and scars.
Ah, then these roses are for you.
... my heart beats gratefully!
Nor would I. A simply beautiful thought, William. Thank you for a lovely way to experience a morning.Nevine
As does mine, Denise!Thank you, Nevine. Here’s to a good day ahead.
No. Those fractures are the crevices in which soil and rain fall. From there, the seed of a small joy knows no bounds.
Beautiful. And it’s only natural, isn’t it, to identify with that seed.
life a vase for a heart in bloomheart a vase for a life in bloombloom a face gone so soon
For healing words such as yours, William, the broken among us rejoice.
What a simple, yet profound and original question. Thanks for this little gem.
We are of a kind, Gabriella — human kind.You’re most welcome, Lorenzo. I’m responsible in the sense that I did click “Publish,” but I think the rest we owe to the roses. If not for them, the words would never have arrived.
of course not:)is it sick of me to have a voice that speaks toward my pain, look, how lucky you are!xoerin
Sick, Erin? I think not. Would you be whole otherwise?
Yes pretty please? brake my leg or fingers but not my heart....
Fasten tight,then,these buttonson Joseph’s Coat.
..as tight as miss Josephine taught me to do in these kind of situations...
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