I am not old … she said … I am rare. I am the standing ovation at the end of the play. I am the retrospective Of my life as art. I am the hours Connected like dots Into good sense. I am the fullness Of existing. You think I am waiting to die … […]
I am not old … she said … I am rare. I am the standing ovation at the end of the play. I am the retrospective Of my life as art. I am the hours Connected like dots Into good sense. I am the fullness Of existing. You think I am waiting to die … […]