Write another March 7, 2013 · by joberry4 Monet’s ponds, Blake’s wherries; Waites’ piano, Neruda’s cherries; ee cummings’ winter, Keats’ Fears; Shakespeare’s desire, Tennyson’s Tears – I’m stumbling between the feet of giants. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related
Nearly beng stomped on is a good incentive to grow, isn’t it? 🙂