Oh mirage,
translucent ghost!
Tortoise barely ahead of the hare,
child of the warm, lasting hugs from the golden age,
then child around whom I could never secure my arms-Read More »
Oh mirage,
translucent ghost!
Tortoise barely ahead of the hare,
child of the warm, lasting hugs from the golden age,
then child around whom I could never secure my arms-Read More »