Blue oblivion, largely lit, smiled and smiled at me. William Rose Benet
Blue oblivion, largely lit, smiled and smiled at me.
Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life. William Rose Benet
Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.
And now there is merely silence, silence, silence, saying all we did not know. William Rose Benet
And now there is merely silence, silence, silence, saying all we did not know.
