The Sighs That Remain Still Breathes Poetry to Me

What had become of my friends in this city of memories, Who laid hands to my life and spun delicate reality: Where now goes the eloquence of that wordy smith by the sea? What of that cleverly motherly poet-visionary? My dear brother, and his lovely wife, a blossoming fairy? The venerable old leader's quest, manic … Continue reading The Sighs That Remain Still Breathes Poetry to Me

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