Quill-inkSometimes the bond is broken as I wander through this space.

Sometimes I forget the peace with so many foes I can face.

Sometimes there’s little feeling down deep within my heart.

Sometimes I see no beauty when I look at Gaia’s art.

Sometimes I remember and it’s then I write my rhymes;


About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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