That tender memory
of snowdrops,
dreamy air,
and spring dew
made my world shiver this morning
once again.
poem
status quo
The universal shift of focus
from being to seeming
permeates our age of confusion.
That tender memory
of snowdrops,
dreamy air,
and spring dew
made my world shiver this morning
once again.
The universal shift of focus
from being to seeming
permeates our age of confusion.