Yet another personally prescribed purpose I have for poetry is capturing the ephemeral. This poem is about once more, for me, the fleeting days of childhood and it’s ironically eternal grip on my mind.
Yet another personally prescribed purpose I have for poetry is capturing the ephemeral. This poem is about once more, for me, the fleeting days of childhood and it’s ironically eternal grip on my mind.
RE: Poetry #10: Eulogy for the Ones We Left Behind