Sunday, November 8, 2009
“I thought and pondered - vainly. I felt that blank incapability of
invention which is the greatest misery of authorship" ~ Mary Shelley Lament Verse alluding verse Syllables broken and left fallen Thoughts chiseled but not yet fully sculpted Secrets kept locked up and beyond reach Riddles unsolved Songs unsung My pulse and cunning mind dulled by vague uncertainty...
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