O poets, who ceaselessly, constantly write, sitting there, tireless, far into the night addressing your poems to god knows who (and she/he ain’t telling). When will you desist? Give up? Renounce the fight? Take the …
Inspiration for life with a Buddhist twist!
O poets, who ceaselessly, constantly write, sitting there, tireless, far into the night addressing your poems to god knows who (and she/he ain’t telling). When will you desist? Give up? Renounce the fight? Take the …