[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.
T.S.Eliot
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
The Unsolved Spell
Sometimes it feels like standing with shoulders laid on the wall and listening to more bells that with slightly different voices tell you completely different stories. And this chorus mesmerizes you.
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