Tracks In Sand
…and whether they are beautiful or not, there will be no one to guard them in the days to come…* …
…and whether they are beautiful or not, there will be no one to guard them in the days to come…* …
The homey axioms, homeless in age; happy endings with nowhere to return. Gone with memories too shaken to grip the …
The words on paper speak solitude, because that is what the poet knows – the only certain knowledge he has. …
I see them, not looking away I just look through. One day I break the rule and talk to them. …