From tiny clinging tendrils of truth
we are leafs like nodes of illusion.
I feel the veining that buoys me,
a sail in the wind that I keep
on course to a true line.
© Chagall 2014
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From tiny clinging tendrils of truth
we are leafs like nodes of illusion.
I feel the veining that buoys me,
a sail in the wind that I keep
on course to a true line.
© Chagall 2014

