My pen appears happier
today to trace old lines,
worn-out niceties seemingly
inspired, but merely sophomoric,
a glimpse of infinity proffered
to none but the many.
I yearn to be
amid the few.
© Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: blessed
No physical pain, we take for granted
but it’s such a blessed gift; our contented silence
is our cry of joy.
© Chagall 2015
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