(Poem #247 on new numbering scheme)
The truth, enclosed in shells of myth, like stones unbreakable, we craft in order to survive, but sense, unknowable.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #247 on new numbering scheme)
The truth, enclosed in shells of myth, like stones unbreakable, we craft in order to survive, but sense, unknowable.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.