“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.” ― William Butler Yeats
Still the poetry, From where doeth it come.
But come'th it does.
Till I come, It reaches me.
Forever more And then the same.
Doeth it reach you?
I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.
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I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.