into my heart begins to sound
some kind of song
and the sky is
a syrupy catastrophe--but somehow
now even moths lumbering blindly
signify hope
Pic: Smelling the lilacs with L
I didn't increase the course fee for this travel course, because we had a surplus in 2023 (it's every other year). But gosh, it has ...
1 comment:
Beautiful poem, fills me with hope :)
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