I once labeled everything before it was written, until I found it kept too many words away. Now I am leaving the unwritten untitled, until it grows into a name.
Friday, June 8, 2012
No. 41
I cannot find the author of this poem, but I'm sharing it anyway. I'm hoping for a little quiet and silence this weekend, and hope you find some, too.
1 comment:
Beautiful. I love 'to hear the wild bird cry.' Such a simple yet powerful statement.
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