[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
Monday, September 9, 2013
A twist in the sky
"I once was a tree and made all my best everyday to reach the sky. Now I've been gifted of immortality, I stand still under the rain and the scorching sun but I still run my daily twist to touch the bottom of heaven."