To drop our leaves of sense; Sight, hearing, touch, taste, smell, Before death's imminence Is wise—is gently well. Leaf thirst for sun, rain, sap, and air is deep; Bare branches only ask for sleep.
This is where i will store all the beautiful poetry that comes into my life.This a special place to bask in the glow of others words, honour their spirits, feel our common emotion and root ourselves in our rich human heritage.
With these written correspondences filed and shelved here, who knows what magick might transpire?
How would it be to help an Other do this?
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How would an Other be, if they could be helped to do this?