mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Monday, December 19, 2011
compassion
the time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and will smile at the other's welcome
Derek Walcott, poet
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