At times, I miss the living as much as those who've passed cc: Chagall 2022
Tag Archive: rue
Another died last night quietly, quite unexpectedly one more tear is all I have when there's no one more odd that she spoke to him just yesterday after years of not having spoken adieu dear Arthur cc: CC 2020
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
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